[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]//aaaaaaand the slow mo guy plot starts
Slow-mo had been gaining his bearings around Windclan a bit. After his accidental journey to Sunclan, he had decided that he should try and learn his way around his own home seeing at this point he practically knew his way around his friend's clan more than his own. So the black labrador was basically doing a little bit of exploring. The canine trotted along, the gentle breeze ruffling his dark fur, or at least the fur that wasn't covered by his lab coat. He recalled the one time that he had gotten his paws on the brilliant Phantom Flex camera and felt a small smile form at the thought of it. What he would do to get another one of those. He wouldn't mind doing some filming with one of those beauties again. They were absolutely brilliant for filming in slow motion. It was ironic and quite funny how he had a fascination with slow motion things considering the fact that his name was Slowmotion.
He had given the name to himself when he had realised that he was alone in the world. He had pretty much been abandoned and brought himself up to treat others in the way that his family had not treated him. He couldn't even remember what he name had been at first. As far as he was concerned, he had always been Slowmotion Gruchy and would always continue to be Slowmotion Gruchy.
As he thought, the black labrador failed to noticed the black case and was sent tumbling head over heels. The canine let out a yelp of surprise as he crashed into the ground, almost immediately noticing the dirt on his lab coat. Damn, he had hoped to keep that as neat as possible. Perhaps it would come off when he washed it. Thought he wasn't sure when he'd get around to doing so seeing he didn't like taking his lab coat off and when he did so it made him feel very uncomfortable as if he had just removed something very important from his body like an internal organ. The canine sat up, rubbing his head with one paw as he gaze finally fell onto the black case. Slow-mo was curious but skeptical at first. What if it was some sort of dangerous trap or some prank left behind by an enemy clan. "Only one way to find out" he muttered to himself, leaning over and flicking the case open. Immediately, his eyes widened and sparkled as if he had just clapped eyes on a treasure chest filled to the brim with gold. Others may not see it as spectacular but to Slow, this was treasure. A camera. He pulled it out and inspected it, jaw open now as he turned it on. It was in good condition although he couldn't make out what the make was. It was still an amazing find. "I bet Hunter would like this" he said aloud to himself, mind wandering to his 'B' and he was suddenly eager to go and show his new camera off to his friend. He sat there up on his hind legs, inspecting it with a cautious eye as he held it awkwardly in his front paws.
[align=center][spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][justify]GENERAL- Slowmotion "Slow-Mo" Gruchy | ? xx ? | male | pansexual, homoromantic | polyamorous | 17 months physically | windclan | warrior | wears a lab coat [ref (the one that's on the right)]
POWERS-
eye manipulation | can absorb spirits (doesn't know about this yet | manipulation of soundwaves | invisibility | flower prints | ability to glow | conjuration
BODIES;
Black Labrador [ref (birth body)]
INTERACTION;
Pretty hard physically | hard mentally | attack in bold and italics black | no kill or maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
OTHER;
HISTORY | ASK | HEARTCHART | BIO
