Posts by Determination.

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    [justify]They would have helped, but they didn't know how to. True, they didn't really care about the other's injuries, but they were still a clanmate, and while they lived here, they were supposed to help how they could, correct? They weren't too positive on that, but they were still determined to do so, even if they were wrong on that information. Padding over, the feline would look down at the injured other, slightly annoyed the other had tried to move in the first place. Didn't they know that the more movement you made when injured and bleeding, the more blood you loss quicker? Well, obviously not.[/justify]

    [justify]This was all quite interesting to them. They hadn't quite the idea what the exiles had done to deserve this, but they had probably done something, and besides, they were the exiles, they were mainly the first to blame if anything happened involving death, especially when there was a scent present that didn't match to just some lone npc. Padding over quietly, the feline would for now just watch, unless, of course, they were requested in for some help.[/justify]

    [justify]Fingon? That was an interesting name, yet others question their name instead. Honestly, they just didn't get it. Nodding to show they understood, the feline would make their way over as they normally did, which was in silence. Hmm.. well at least they would have the old name of the other stuck in their mind, confusing them. [/justify]

    [justify]They were late, but oh well, that wasn't really their problem. Besides, they didn't know anyone mentioned in the meeting anyways, so it didn't really matter much. Seating themselves, the feline would blink. Ambassador? They would have offered themselves for it, but they couldn't speak, so they could only sit in silence and think about all they could do with the possibility of being an ambassador of sorts, for whatever clan they were given.[/justify]

    [justify]Gross? It wasn't just gross, it was absolutely disgusting. They hated seeing dead bodies, it wasn't like they cared for the soul that had died, they just cared for their own soul and hoped not too much scarring would happen to it. Padding over, quiet as per usual, the small feline would simply stare at the body, not exactly sure what to do when it came to situations as such.[/justify]

    [justify]The feline would nod in agreement to Derrick's statement upon the dead's burial. It was best not to leave them rotting above ground after all, it would just make Colouredclan look and smell of the exiles, and hopefully those knew by now Colouredclan was a bit more hygienic than the exiles.


    //ic opinions c;[/justify]

    [justify]The small feline would make their way over calmly, a sheet of paper reading 'Bloodclan' in their jaws. Hopefully the message would go through they were interested in being the ambassador there, since it seemed that was the only real way they could communicate their thoughts at the moment. [/justify]

    [justify]They were a Colouredclanner, so they could be here right? True, they probably would have shown up regardless, but all the same it was probably better this way anyways, since they wouldn't seem like a spy or anything. Making their way over, the feline would watch the other through their squinted eyes, as per usual to check to see if the stranger was deemed safe by themselves or someone else.[/justify]

    [justify]Alright, so they were to be the ambassador of Colouredclan for Bloodclan. Okay. This would be interesting, to say at least. Seating themselves at the border, they help a pen and paper at their feet, which they would write on if they were asked questions as to why they were present where they were.[/justify]

    [justify]Picking up the pen, the small feline would write 'Determination, ambassador of Colouredclan checking in on Bloodclan', before showing the sheet of paper to the other. There, hopefully they would understand from that. If not, well, they would probably see the other as stupid.


    //ic opinions c;[/justify]

    [justify]The feline would only nod this time, adding in a friendly smile in hopes that would show their clan was doing well. Yes, they could have written so, but it was quite hard to write without opposable thumbs, so they preferred not to do so when possible. Plus, it was a waste of paper, and while they didn't have conjuration, they had to make sure they kept their supplies up by totally not stealing.[/justify]


    I have a math final first two weeks away too ;o


    And I have three finals the first day of finals 'week' too xD
    #imsoscrewed