Posts by Praguespring

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"I'm s-sorry to hear that," remarked Praguespring slowly, on the difficulty Espresso had, had back in SunClan with the other medics. Jealousy in any clan's hierarchy was common enough but it was difficult to work at times when competitiveness and ambition grew to outweigh loyalty and the common cause. As a darker thought, the WindClan leader realised that those medics who had spoken badly of Espresso were most likely dead and forgotten now, although he wasn't sure how great of a consolation prize that fact might be to the vixen.

"I see," the large Siberian tiger blinked, guessing that Espresso seemed to feel shame and embarrassment for that part of her past. He wondered how many relatives and clanmates she had angered when she had left SunClan for her kidnappers, BloodClan, and then formed a relationship with the leader. Possessing a short temper and a strict expectation for loyalty from himself and others, Praguespring knew that if he had been in SunClan at the time, it'd have seemed to him a great betrayal as well. But he was not in SunClan then, but instead WindClan now. "But y-you eventually left BloodClan. Why d-did you choose t-to join WindClan?" She still seemed to have a fondness for both BloodClan and SunClan, and he was surprised that she had not returned to either of those two clans - perhaps they were too different now from Espresso's time.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Exactly," replied Praguespring, glad that Redpaw wasn't immediately jumping to the obvious conclusion. Redpaw was an intelligent young animal and Praguespring was interested in seeing how his mind worked. "We a-already know a l-little about the Exiles' behaviour," he answered. A few spies had been sent into the Exiles after the start of Praguespring's leadership. "They're pretty c-chaotic and random in t-their violence, choosing a f-few select groups every week t-to target for fun." In fact, WindClan was announced as one of their three targeted groups about a week before but Praguespring hadn't seen very much of the Exiles, not anymore than one could usually expect anyhow. "Tag-team in b-battles? We c-could give i-it a go." He wasn't sure how long the tag-teams would last though, seeing as battles got chaotic and it was hard to stick to a plan after someone had drawn blood from you. But how did one judge vulnerability? Some animals were simply more capable than others, regardless of circumstances or status. "Sounds good," the WindClan leader added, glancing to Jonathan as the timber wolf spoke up.

ptff, i was there for that vote but i totally forgot oops, sorry!

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring was quietly striding alongside the WindClan border, a stoic expression plastered across his striped face. He was still reeling from his eldest son's recent death but he tried his best to disguise his distress and grief, focusing on his role as the WindClan leader and his responsibility for his one remaining son instead. He felt responsible for Saigoncub's death, having been unable to drive the humans away lest he risked alerting them to WindClan's presence, and having been unable to save him from drowning in time. Praguespring was certain that Saigoncub's human pursuer was dead now, drowned as well, but he still wanted revenge. He had always known the humans were a danger to all species.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Thank y-you, I appreciate the s-sentiment," replied Praguespring, giving Jager a curious glance. He was not one to grin and preen at praises and compliments but the WindClan leader did appreciate genuinely favourable opinions of himself, although because he did not know Jager so well he was taking some time to read the new RiverClan leader now. His thoughts paused however, when he learned of Tadashi and Radiumvein's fates. "How d-did Radiumveins d-die?" the large Siberian tiger asked first, knowing that no RiverClanners likely knew where Tadashi had disappeared to but he wanted to hear more of Radiumvein's death. The former RiverClan deputy had appeared so young and lively. It was almost guaranteed that her death had not been one of natural causes. "Who's the l-leader of RiverClan now?" Who had been next-in-line? Who was Tadashi's successor? The last Praguespring remembered was that both Jager and Frightfur had held fairly high ranks in RiverClan but admittedly his knowledge of their ranks was fairly limited.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Approaching after Aslancub, Praguespring took a seat beside his son, his pale amber eyes settling on the newly renamed WindClanner. Deadeye, huh? "Got i-it," the WindClan leader nodded once in confirmation. "Any r-reason w-why you chose this particular name?" The large Siberian tiger couldn't personally imagine ever changing his name, he was too accustomed to his current name and it was partly why he hadn't taken on the "star" suffix with leadership, but he didn't judge other animals whenever they made the decision to do so, so as long as they weren't changing their name every other week, which was something he strongly doubted that Deadeye would do anyway.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring was leaving his cottage, his orange-and-black striped pelt gleaming sleekly under the hot summer sun. It was approaching the end of summer and it was becoming more and more common to see cooler days. Soon it would be autumn and then winter. Praguespring had been born in the spring, late spring, and he had never seen such seasons before although he knew what to expect from hearing his clanmates' remarks. It would get very cold soon.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Hello, Mizar," Praguespring greeted the young, glowing feline. He had seen Mizar here and there before in WindClan but the pair had not yet had the chance to directly converse, which would have been impossible anyways considering Mizar was mute and didn't seem capable of communicating through telepathy or writing, although that remained unseen. The WindClan leader still didn't realise that the younger WindClanner was incapable of speech but he would soon notice when Mizar could only respond to his words with actions and gestures.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring approached after Mystogan, frowning deeply as he looked upon the scene. He knew what BloodClan wanted - to engage WindClan in a fight - and frankly Praguespring was tempted to go ahead with such an idea. WindClan was twice the might of BloodClan and they would do well to remember that. He would have to see Cherviltea and Sanctifiedpaw later, he noted to himself. Watching as Darth Vader extinguished the rest of the flames, he came to stand beside Willowpaw, the expression on his striped face remaining unchanged.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Welcome t-to WindClan, Mystogan," Praguespring echoed after his clanmates. "I'm Praguespring," the WindClan leader introduced himself simply before falling silent. It was strange to see Mystogan turning away, walking towards the direction of the WindClan village - either by lucky guess or prior knowledge. Perhaps Praguespring would have to ask him about that later but for now he watched the new and perhaps temporary - it was unclear from Mystogan's wording - WindClanner leave the scene.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring was beginning to believe that Leon had forgotten about the planned mock raid, unaware of the fact that the BlizzardClan head combatant was waiting for life to slow down in BlizzardClan before moving onto the next event. The large Siberian tiger was still looking forward to the mock raid however, seeing as BlizzardClan and WindClan had only previously fought alongside one another once in battle against the Exiles and it felt very long ago from now, seeing as it had been in the same month he had first ascended to leadership in WindClan.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Have y-you come here a-as an individual or d-does your group s-specialises i-in these types of sales?" questioned Praguespring aloud and coming to stand closely beside Levi after the younger WindClanner had expressed interest in cocaine. He had noticed that Nyx had seemed to think that it was appropriate to include her clan rank in her introduction - either a boast if she was here alone as an independent merchant or simply a relevant fact if she had came on the Port Mafia's behalf. The WindClan leader had no interest in taking addictive and dangerous substances - he didn't have multiple bodies to waste as other animals did - and although he didn't usually intervene when his clanmates decided to drink or smoke, he certainly thought less of the ones who did.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Hmm, living i-in two clans is a b-bit time-consuming, isn't it?" mused Praguespring, looking slightly more intrigued now. The large Siberian tiger had once considered taking on a second membership himself, in RiverClan actually, back when he was an apprentice nearing the end of his training. But the young WindClan honourguard had eventually concluded that he would prefer to maintain his full-time membership in WindClan and travel to other groups (neutrals or allies of WindClan) when he had the time for temporary visits. In fact, he had, had a visit to BlizzardClan scheduled but it was abruptly cancelled when Cosmicknight suddenly resigned, leaving him to take leadership of WindClan. "Congratulations o-on your recent promotion. I'm n-not too familiar w-with SunClan's p-political s-structure unfortunately," the WindClan leader remarked. During Phantom's time, SunClan had gone by lords, ladies, and liege, but it seemed as if Jericho had since altered the SunClan ranks. "What might you think w-would be WindClan's e-equivalent o-of SunClan's silverblood?" An advisor? An honourguard perhaps? Praguespring knew that Suga had already held some previous rank in SunClan so he knew that SunClan silverbloods likely held more power than a WindClan guardian.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Maybe," considered Praguespring thoughtfully, his black ears flicking. The thought of Holydove returning to WindClan. It brought out mixed emotions in him. On one hand, he'd be pleased to see Aslancub with a mother figure in his life and be glad to be reunited with the brown rabbit himself, but on the other hand he wasn't certain that his relationship with Holydove could return to the place it was at before her disappearance. Strangely, their whole situation faintly reminded him of his own relationship with Lessa, a childhood friend. They had both had feelings for one another at one point although neither had been inclined to confess their feelings seeing as they were both young children and apprentices at the time, and after Lessa disappeared for a time, Praguespring had moved on, became someone different. It simply wasn't the same.

"Anyways," he blinked, moving on. "How's y-your life? How a-are you enjoying b-being a guardian? Learning f-from Lucy?"

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring was leaving his cottage, a dark expression on his striped face. The large Siberian tiger wasn't quite angry, not openly so at least although there was a small twinge of anger still lingering in his posture. The WindClan leader was sad mostly, regretful and lonely. His oldest son, Saigoncub, had recently drowned in Gold River during a recent storm and because Praguespring had been so close to saving the young tiger, he couldn't help but feel that if only he had been faster or stronger, that his son might still be alive. He still needed to bury Saigoncub.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring blinked, watching silently as the younger WindClanner began circling around him, bouncing and dancing gleefully. It was a move that led the WindClan leader to tense slightly because although Mizar clearly wasn't being aggressive, he didn't like being circled around very much, feeling suddenly that his space was invaded. Coughing once, the large Siberian tiger asked instead, "How a-are you liking WindClan s-so far, Mizar?" Praguespring didn't know much about her siblings but from what he understood, she had joined the clan with some relatives. He didn't see them as often as he saw Mizar however.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Espresso," Praguespring returned the greeting, his pale amber eyes coming to rest on the vixen's features. She was smiling, as usual, and it seemed that she was unaware of the recent tragedy in his life. Praguespring had watched his clanmates die before, but no animal's death had ever upset him as much as Saigoncub's death had. As another parent, one who had likely lost many children over the years, perhaps Espresso would be able to relate to his recent grief. "My s-son died - drowned." Saigoncub had been chased by a human and ran into the flooded Gold River in a panic and drowned by the time Praguespring had been able to retrieve him from the murky waters. The human was gone too.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring listened thoughtfully to Willowpaw's suggestion, his black ears remaining pricked in attention. "For c-clarifiction," the large Siberian tiger said, because Willowpaw's description had led him to think of two different methods of organising the events. "Is w-what you're suggesting t-that each guardian w-will now be asked to o-organise one weekly e-event or that each guardian w-would have t-their own week to organise an e-event but that when it's n-not their week, they w-would have to participate in the e-events of other guardians?" Six events per week sounded like a tight squeeze.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]What was going on? Praguespring didn't think that he had ever seen Ivan speaking in full sentences before. Approaching after Lessa, the WindClan leader came to sit beside Willowpaw, his pale amber eyes curious as he looked over at the polar bear. "Where d-did this sudden m-moment of clarity c-come from?" he wondered aloud. Darth Vader had said in the past that Ivan had late-stage dementia and although Praguespring knew little about the specific details of such a disease, he found it odd that Ivan would be able to have moments of self-awareness at this stage, no matter how brief. His pale amber eyes briefly flittering over to Darth Vader, his gaze returned to Ivan. "I'm Praguespring," the large Siberian tiger introduced himself as Ivan had requested that the participants do. "I enjoy s-swimming in the summer."

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]"Vader," Praguespring returned the robotic lion's greeting, nodding slightly. "I am," he confirmed, his black ears flicking habitually as the WindClan guardian drew closer. His pale amber eyes passed over Darth Vader's belt and the new decorations he wore but the WindClan leader didn't question either item. He had never directly faced Rick in battle and thusly was unfamiliar with his axe, while he had only met Bill Cipher once and if he had been pressed on the matter might have reasoned that many other animals could wear triangular eyepatches. "Was t-there something y-you wanted to discuss?" he guessed, looking curious.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring's shoulders sank at Suga's words, having already known the truth but not quite willing to believe it. His pale amber eyes turned onto Aslancub, pained by the younger tiger's question. Aslancub was too young to understand death, especially the death of his brother. It must have been a frightening thought, just realising your morality for the first time. "No," he shook his striped head slowly, drawing closer to his son and draping a paw over Aslancub's small shoulders. "He's g-gone." Praguespring wanted to cry, he really, really did but he resisted the urge. How would Aslancub feel? Seeing his father cry now? They'd have to bury Saigoncub eventually, he realised with cold dread. Soon the worms would eat his son and there would nothing left of Saigoncub except the few memories of him in his mortal mind. One day that would be gone as well.

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