Posts by Trevor M. Wraith-Gaudius

If one inspected all of Windclan and searched from top to bottom for Trevor, all they would have found in his residence was his gold vest and his songbook carefully resting on a desk. However, you also would have found a small note from the young male. The note read: 'Hey everyone, I'll be back soon. I just want to help out with returning people back here to Windclan. Don't worry about me, focus on yourselves. See you all soon, Trevor Moran Wraith-Gaudius.'

[justify]"I hope you don't mind me asking, but who are you?" a young tom cat inquired as he padded over, arching a fictional eyebrow at the rabbit in front of him. The rabbit reminded him of the Windclanner who had once lifted his spirits, Phil. However, Trevor was still getting used to the fact that people could easily change form, despite having witnessed it himself once or twice.[/justify]

[justify]Pure shock seemed to have frozen Trevor's vocal chords when the rabbit in front of him revealed his identity. He could only nod to confirm that he was still the same person he was the last he'd interacted with Phil...just a bit less upset. Slowly, he stepped forward and reached to carefully touch his nose to one of Phil's ears.[/justify]

[justify]"Slow your roll, Leo and don't sweat it, I'll get the perfect place by the water. Thanks for hauling all of us to the beach by the way," replied Trevor as he made his own way out of the car. The teenager was clad in dark blue shorts and a Guardians of the Galaxy t-shirt, a grimace on his face when the heat made contact with his skin. However, it quickly faded when excitement flooded into his heart, a smirk gracing his features.

Trevor made his way to the car's trunk, immediately picking up his own duffel bags that contained either beach blankets alongside a few umbrellas or snacks and such for his friends. A few moments later, a group of other beach-goers walked by and caught his ice blue gaze. "We picked a great day to come here. Plenty of opportunities for flirting," he remarked.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor stood back for a minute in order to admire the little set-up that he had constructed with the assistance of a few NPCs, purring with absolute delight at what had been created. However, he didn't want to gain the rewards of a small bit of exercise alone, that would be just plain selfish. With those thoughts bouncing around in his mind, he called out, "Hey everybody, if you've got a minute, feel free to use this obstacle course for some friendly competition. Just line up over here and I'll explain everything once we've got a group of competitors."[/justify]

Trevor?

[justify]Things had been going nicely that day for Trevor. He'd woken up and gone out for a quick hunt, then returned back to camp for a quick songwriting session in his cabin which ended with him falling asleep at his desk. Everything had been perfectly quiet and content until a loud roar followed by a crash had jolted him out of his pleasant dreams. Almost every npc and their littermate knew that if you got on Trevor's bad side by disturbing his peace or messing with someone he loved...you would immediately pay the price. Anger flashed in his blue eyes as he slipped into his gold vest before teleporting in search of what the * was going on.

"Sorry, but I'm not turning tail," quipped the young tom to Kate as he arrived on the scene. For as long as he had known the other male, Phil had been a calming presence when all other things and people had been wrapped up in so much chaos. Now, that side seemed to have completely flown out the window. Quickly, Trevor scampered up a nearby tree before he got onto a branch near the top. The male gave himself a running start, teleporting at the last second as he aimed to land on Phil's back, with the intent of digging his claws in.[/justify]

[justify]ooc--Trevor's open to attack.[/justify]

[justify]"Well, someone's going to be feeling that tomorrow morning," Trevor muttered under his breath as he dodged the attack with a last-minute teleport. Latching onto a tree branch, the tom cat watched some NPCs race away from his temporary perch. Plan after plan raced through his mind before his ice blue eyes spotted Phil's tail. With a leap of faith, Trevor aimed to give the tail a swipe with his front claws.[/justify]

[justify]"Well, that got me *ed up and not in a good way," remarked the tom cat after being sent flying towards the ground. Trevor lay still for some time, pain lacing his muscles as he rolled over, wanting to get right back on his feet. Precious time was being wasted, plus he didn't want anybody else getting hurt. The son of Sayaka and Vandeadcarnival slowly managed to push himself back onto his paws. There was no way in * that he was going to let a Windclanner get hurt while he was around.

"Phil, if you're in there somewhere...please come and talk to us. I'll always have your back, whether we're friends or just clanmates. I believe that you have friends who will stand by your side, even in the darkest of times, no matter what in the world is going on. Through the darkness, through the light...through any time of day," Trevor inquired then stated, ice blue eyes pleading with the dragon in front of him to stop and listen.[/justify]

Voted. :)

[justify]Trevor's ice blue optics widened when he saw Lucy get hit by the electricity then...Redkit's words hit his ears and rushed through his mind. He heard you for a second. Whatever you said - he heard it. He cares about you. The jet black tom cat could barely believe it, for he usually tried to keep people from getting too close for fear of losing them later on down the line. However, he couldn't dwell on that now, he had to help out in any way possible and talking to Phil seemed to be the only way at the moment. Determination mixed with sorrow filled his eyes as he scampered up yet another tree, wincing from the pain in his muscles. This was it, now or never before someone else possibly got hurt.

"Phil...please, listen to me. You made my day so much brighter when I was missing my mom. I've got a feeling that you've made so many people here in Windclan so happy. I forgive you, because I know that this is not how you normally act. You've got a heart of gold, a bright smile, and eyes full of kindness. Please, show us that you're the same caring bunny we all know and love with all of our hearts," Trevor called, his tone easily described as pleading.[/justify]

[justify]"Yes, I meant it with all of my heart. Please, Phil, we need you to help keep spirits up around here. Starclan knows that I'd fail miserably, but there's something about the way you interact with people that makes their day so much better," Trevor answered, before his attention was drawn back to Lucy and Redkit down below. His heart felt like it would skip a beat, his concern for the two young Windclanners was that great. With a teleport down to the ground, the young tom quickly examined the situation prior to turning back to Phil.

"Phil, we really need you around here...helping put smiles on people's faces. We know that it's a not a one person job and you have your own off days, but I know that you won't be alone in keeping morale and excitement up. I'll do my best to help out, along with so many others. We've all got your back, through great days or not so great ones," Trevor stated, hoping that this would actually work for the sake of three Windclan members around him. In case it didn't, he immediately took a few steps toward Lucy and Redkit, with the intent of sheltering both of them in his own body.[/justify]

[justify]Careful paw steps could be heard as a young tom approached the border, carefully testing the air as he did so. Upon detecting the scent of Blizzardclan, he gave a small smile to the visitor. Oh, this visit was made even better by the fact that the son of Vandeadcarnival and Sayaka could also detect the scent of pie as well as cake among other things. Taking a seat on the terrain, he stated, "Hey, I'm Trevor. Nice to meet you and thank you very much for the gift basket."[/justify]

[justify]In a move that betrayed his rule of not getting too close to somebody, Trevor carefully stepped forward in Phil's direction. The tom didn't want to say anything yet, the only thing he wanted to do was stand by a clanmate. His paw steps were calculated with care, concern alight in his ice blue optics. Slowly, he sat down, then laid down next to Phil prior to aiming to press his nose to the Windclanner's left shoulder.

"I'm sorry too, Phil. Don't sweat it, love can alter someone's life for the best or for the worst. Just know that we've got your back and that we'll be alright. What matters the most to me right now is making sure that you're going to be alright," Trevor quietly answered. His heartbeat had finally slowed down to a normal pace, the adrenaline he once felt now being dampened by worries and concern for those gathered.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor's head immediately popped up, his ice blue gaze flicking from Kate to Praguepaw then onto Drippingpaw. "If any of you need to talk about what happened today or about anything, the door to my cabin is always open. Heck, if I'm not here, then I'm most likely in the Rebellion of Terminus and you can visit me there. Just...please calm down for now, that's literally the only thing I want right now. Peace, quiet, and time with all of you people," he declared followed by requesting towards the end.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor didn't say a word as Phil spoke, only listened carefully to what the other male had to say. Taking a deep breath as it all sank into his brain, he pushed himself up before stating, "I think that it's for the best if we all take some time to gather our thoughts. Like I said before, if any of you ever need to talk to me, I'm usually in my cabin or I'm in the Rebellion of Terminus. Now, I understand that after times like these, everyone needs their space. With that, I'm going back to bed." After he was done speaking, Trevor disappeared, having teleported a short distance away.[/justify]

[justify]A small black tom with blue optics could be spotted approaching the scene, first walking then teleporting over. Trevor lay down on the terrain after taking a place next to Kate, giving a caring glance as he did so. "Phil, it's cool...really. Life's got a way of getting pretty crazy from time to time, what matters the most is that you've got people who will have your back. I've got your back and I bet there's plenty of other people here who would say the same," Trevor stated in a comforting tone.[/justify]

[justify]Well, snap. Trevor didn't do well in situations with strong emotions, knowing that his actions could either bring himself closer to someone or push them further away. However, the young male knew that he just couldn't up and leave for moral reasons. Slowly, he gathered what he needed to say before opening his mouth. "Phil, listen carefully, okay? Everybody is here to show their support for you, not to shove the blame on your shoulders. Sure, things got intense a few days ago, but that's history and in the past. We need to take time to learn from the past, definitely, but we can't let the past define who we are. What matters the most is what we do in the here and now, who we spend our time with, how we treat people as time goes on. On an entirely different note, I'm really sorry about attacking you when you were a dragon. I didn't know any better and I acted like a major idiot...," Trevor trailed off at that point, feeling like he most likely made things worse.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor gave a friendly smile in return, a chuckle of his own escaping his mouth. "You've probably got my parents to thank for that. They each led the Rebellion of Terminus at some point and they were great at inspiring people," he answered with a soft purr. Carefully, he aimed to touch his nose to Phil's cheek in a comforting gesture, before stating, "You're an amazing person, Phil. The best of the best with no doubt about it. No matter what, I've got your back and I won't turn my tail so easily."[/justify]

[justify]It was around one in the morning and one of the few lights in the camp was coming from Trevor's cabin. He was up late again, nothing he wasn't used to already. The young tom was seated at his desk, staring out through the window in front of him. It would have been a nice portrait to admire, if you didn't include the thoughts racing through Trevor's mind at the moment. Of how he felt like a major failure as a son, a brother, a friend and clanmate. Each of those haunting ideas made his heart ache constantly, yet the male managed to hide it well.

First, there were his insecurities of how he was performing in his duties as a son and brother. He couldn't do anything to save his mom, Sayaka. Trevor missed her every single day, just as he missed Vandeadcarnival, the father he'd never known yet still loved immensely. He loved his parents with all he had, wishing that fate had been kinder to the two of them. Then, his siblings. Sure, he'd see them around, however they all tended to come and go as they pleased...just like Trevor. The young tom wanted to be able to stop time so he could spend more moments with his littermates, getting to know more about them with each passing day. It was all his fault though, he was barely around, however he definitely wanted to change that soon.

Second, the guilty feelings in his heart when it came to his friends and clanmates. Trevor did what he could to remain in their lives, all the while trying to keep himself from getting too close. He wanted to prevent as many losses as possible and it seemed the only way he could do that was to put up a front in order to keep people from digging too deep. Then, sometimes...times arose when his promise to protect people made him do things like when he'd gone on the offense against Phil's dragon form a few days ago. He was torn between protecting a friend and protecting the clan, immediately feeling terrible for not attempting to protect both of them. Those feelings still lingered in his heart now, making him feel pure, immense guilt that would most likely remain there for the rest of his life.

It came as a surprise to Trevor that he'd managed to keep a relatively alright grip on his emotions with only a few secret times and one not so secret time when the pressure made him crack. He would have dwelled on all of these thoughts for so much longer, but the sound of the front door to his cabin opening made him leap down off the stool in front of his desk. With great care, he called, "Who's there?"[/justify]