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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel was taking his mortality one step at a time, and if he was being quite honest, he believed that he was getting the hang of it. Everyday tasks were still incredibly monotonous, and sometimes he forgot to eat or sleep or something, but he'd taught himself how to hunt. Now it came down to fighting. As an angel, most of his attacks were mental - or with his angel blade, which he could no longer summon. He'd also lost all of his powers with his grace, so that left him with tooth-and-claw combat, something he'd never done. The best way to learn was to observe, right? So that was why he decided a sparring session would do him some good.

Standing off to the side of camp, he called, "Um.. Gather here for a sparring session! Find a partner of similar size and begin!"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Scarletscream appeared first - that was good. He offered her a small smile, moments from saying something when he noticed Lirim out of the corner of his eye. He immediately frowned, ears flattening. As the celestial being offered to spar with him, he flicked his tail. "But you're not-" 'my size,' he nearly finished, but shit his mouth with a small pout as Lirim shapeshifted. Right, powers existed. The scrawny tom stiffened, moving away as Lirim brushed past him, obviously flustered. Anger clouded his judgement - he was this as a sort of re-match. Maybe... "Fine. I will spar against you, though powers aren't allowed so I doubt you'll be able to keep up." There was a hint of sass in his tone.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel's home lacked very much roof, as the Aztecan home he'd chosen to reside in was mostly decimated, so there was little protection from the rain. But he didn't mind. The former angel had been curled up within the debris of his home, snoring softly, chest rising and falling with sleep despite the storm roaring around him. He was abruptly ripped from his slumber by a blinding light and a ringing set deep in his ears - both leaving a very familiar feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. An angel was at work - he could only assume that it was Michael. Curious, if not slightly worried, the scrawny young tom squinted against the rain and found himself sauntering over in the direction of his brother's - ex-brother's? - home.

Cas hadn't expected to find Michael passed out in the grass outside. His heart skipping a beat, he dropped to kneel by Michael's side, giving him a little shake. "Michael? Brother, are you... can you hear me?"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]sits down
SORRY ABT INACTIVITY GUYS
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Lacking the ability to sense souls was probably the most alarming thing about becoming mortal - for Castiel, at least. It left him quite open to sneak attacks, not to mention he was unable to tell a mortal from a demon or an angel. He was just so... vulnerable. In every way possible. It was a miracle how some beings lived their entire lives with this vulnerability and weren't completely crippled by paranoia. It fascinated the former angel.

Cas gave a small jump at Prettyboy's greeting, whirling around to face the Exiler with wide baby blue eyes. Immediately he relaxed, releasing the breath that had been caught in his throat at the realization that it was a clanmate. "Sorry," he muttered, "You, uh, you're very quiet." He cleared his throat. "I am Castiel. I don't believe we've met either... who're you?" As the reptile gestured towards his food, he proceeded to take a small bite of the piece he held, happy to explain. "This? It's pizza. Commonly a human snack, I like it because it is the perfect combination of cheese and tomato. I consider eating to be one of the up sides to being mortal. ...Would you like some?"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]made this bc I was too lazy to make a plotting thread lmao
he's opene to everything except death, extreme maiming, relationship (meh I'm just picky) and rape. there's some info on him in his tags. plot away !
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]l"...Face painting?" Castiel murmured as he approached, frowning. Was this another strange mortal activity? Decorating one's face with colored paste? The former angel appeared despite his confusion over the situation, casually snatching up a cookie from the snack table and stuffing half of it in his mouth. "I don't believe I understand," he told them, words slurred as his mouth was half full.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]mhm
just want someone to publicly capture and torture my sunclanner
I'm fine with you doing anything, just nothing too permanent or deadly (loss of limbs, loss of eyesight, etc.).
after the torture, your character can either drop him off at the sunclan border or he can escape, up to you. c:
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]sure, sounds a+ ~
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel approached at a leisurely pace, stopping beside Yosafire. He, too, felt he could've been more active the past week or so - of course, he was still learning how to balance his mortal needs out with the rest of his life. He flicked his ears as he listened to what the leader said; neutralities, events, promotions... he nodded. It all sounded good to him - especially Jericho's rise to deputy. He was a long-time member, and a helpful one at that. He offered those promoted a small smile. "Congratulations."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]sITS DOWN
we still down for the 'I raised you from perdition' plot line?? ;0 bc I am.
cas is mortal rn, b u t if you want we can do a retro thread to right after he pulls dean outta hell
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]this is v rushed so i'll be brief
but basically i was grounded for a week ;c
i won't able to get on much, if at all during that time. thanks for understanding!!
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]@ cougar - yes! do you want this to be a retro thread? bc atm cas isn't an angel, he was turned mortal. ;0

@ seina - that sounds super interesting ok. cas trusts way too easily and he'll gladly become friends w ice. we should use that as a plot in the future where ice manipulates him!

@ eid - no problem!! i can see them becoming friends. c:

@ everyone - i won't be getting on for a good five days or so, so i can make the threads then if that works for you guys!!
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]that sounds gr8!! cas isn't exactly anti-social, but he appreciates quiet, so i could imagine them just sitting n watching the sunset together or smth. c:
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel sauntered over next. He knit his brow, for a moment offering the stranger nothing more than a frown and a squint. He seemed... off-put. Why? It seemed illogical to the former angel. After all, everyone present was obviously quite friendly. They were trying to take care of him, even. His fear seemed pointless. A week or two ago, Cas might've jsut touched his paw to Norman's forehead and soothed him immediately. But he couldn't do that, not anymore. Instead he simply gave a small nod. "Um.. welcome, then. I am Castiel. I hope you enjoy your time in SunClan."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]sIts down
are you,, spn fan

anyway these two should plot cc:
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]oH IT'S YOU
did u change ur username :00

sweet yes!! maybe kodiak can mess w cas and the two form a sort of love-hate relationship? like, kodiak is always screwing w cas and cas is always annoyed w kodiak but they lowkey care about each other
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]ah i can't relate
i've only changed my username once during the whole seven years i've been on this site c,:

yes omg that sounds amazing
so should we have a thread for the initial meeting/prank??
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]i can!! basically cas'll just show up in colouredclan like "yo,, i pulled you out of hell"
i'll whip it up rn, but i wont be able to reply for a few days probably. ;c
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]The voices still rang in Castiel head as he materialized suddenly at the center of ColouredClan's territory, the sound of rustling feathers heralding his appearance despite his obvious lack of wings. He bowed his head; Dean was close. He could practically feel the other's soul, despite it being a mortal one - remnants of hell clung to his aura, even still. Overhead, a sudden wind caused the trees to creak and sway. It was nighttime - he didn't doubt that Dean was asleep, but that didn't matter. The hunter would come. Castiel knew it. He remained there, still.
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