Posts by EMPRESSOHPELIA

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call me
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Despite himself, Duckpaw's pale eyes twinkled with a faint glitter of amusement, and he desperately had to hold back from snorting at the grey tabby's misfortune. It was funny, regretfully speaking of course, to see the RiverClan feline discomforted from the feel of water. It was to be the dominant skill, swimming, of all the RiverClanners and it was rare to see those who were not in favor of it. Casually raising a paw to distract the laughter that bubbled in his throat, the apprentice blinked blankly at the warrior.

"You alright though?" Duckpaw meowed monotonously, twitching an ear as the only sign of true sincerity to his words.
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duckpaw !
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Duckpaw looked imposing as he silently walked up to the gathered cats. He dipped his head to the older she-cat there, a queen, and with narrowed pale-blue orbs, examined the kits at his paws. The pale tom's shadow stretched over them like a black blanket, and he remained there for a long, awkward moment, before he cowered down to their height. With no reaction, and no thought, he came nose to nose with the little male kit. "Greetings," he mewed nonchalantly, keeping his face close but their noses apart. He sniffed the little thing and stood up, walking backwards before sitting down and grooming his chest as if nothing had happened.[/fancypost]
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duckpaw !
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Track!

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[font=georgia]A little possible side plot for him could be he sees more sense in joining those of the Red Water alliance and he becomes a traitor? but i don't know if my bby's up for much dejection ;-; so it remains possible

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duckpaw !
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:#D8EAED; width:220px; min-height:100px; padding:30px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align:justify; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;]Duckpaw was basking on a flat, sun-warmed stone, eyes closed as he breathed in deeply. He enjoyed breezy days like this, where the sun ruffled his short fur and bent he voluntarily flattened his ears against the faint onslaught. Anyone who saw him now, and had met him before, would've noticed this was the most expression he'd ever shown. Enjoyment was little expressed in the apprentice's pale eyes and usually neutral mouth.

He presented himself with dignity and treated others with respect, but showed little ardor, or enthusiasm, in anything he did. Everything was monotonous when he spoke, yet that didn't limit how much he spoke. He never talked much, only talking when talked to. Coming off a pessimist at first glance, Duckpaw was actually both. He listened to his head rather than his heart, and he simply had a strong sense of realism. If anyone had bothered breaking down such a powerful wall, they might catch the faint glimpse of a happier, loving tom. Yet no one put in much effort these days, and Duckpaw didn't mind. Admittedly he was a introvert, and moments like these he tended to gain more energy and more into his head.

On the rock, he summarized all he'd done today. Waking up, taking a swim, hunting a bit, eating, wandering around, and now he was here. Stretching out his long limbs, the brute twitched his tall ears and opened his jaws in a luxurious yawn. Duckpaw looked vulnerable now, as if he was a joyous kit again, and he faintly smiled in the sun's welcoming rays.
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duckpaw !
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call me
[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:#D8EAED; width:220px; min-height:100px; padding:30px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align:justify; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;]At once, Duckpaw's enjoyment faded. The rhythmic purr that flowed throughout his sleek, muscled frame stopped altogether. Murmuring to himself, the pale tom cracked open one pale blue eye to look at the molly who'd had the misfortune to meet him. Tail lashing on the rock, he closed both eyes and released a rather exaggerated sigh.

"I've chosen the Clearwater side, and I've grown up in RiverClan for a long time. I'm just coming out of my shell," he explained in a drawl. He didn't have to put much expression in his tone to show that he'd said those lines many times. It seemed to be the only thing Duckpaw's Clanmates fretted over nowadays, the Redwater and Clearwater alliances. Sure, it was a truly serious matter, but he found having some inner peace just as important. Honestly, the apprentice was terribly hurt from the divide of his Clanmates, but rumor was that what was beginning would soon be ending. However, he reconsidered the feline's tone and the questions she ask once more and decided she might not have meant to sway him. After all, she didn't seem hostile just too.. open.

"I'm Duckpaw. From what I've been hearing.. you must be Alice?" the pale brute didn't even bother to look at her again in all that time. He simply kept his eyes closed and his lashing tail stopped while his ears went about twitching and swiveling. As usual, his tone was stony and he remained lazily on the rocks.
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duckpaw !
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:#D8EAED; width:220px; min-height:100px; padding:30px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align:justify; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;]Instantly the pale tom opened both eyes, fur fluffed out defensively. The she-cat's comment was one he loathed. As a kit he felt pride in the name Duckkit, because it was a true RiverClan-sounding name, but as he aged he began to realize that all the other names sounded so.. natural. It rolled off the tongue, and wasn't specific. the prefix 'duck' instantly became a burden because he felt he was tied down to RiverClan forever. Would that name really work if he ever left this place? Not that he intended to.. yet anyway.

However, his fur quickly lay flat and his narrowed eyes closed with a sigh. Scrambling against the rock, the tom sat up and licked at his chest fur before he looked down on the medicine cat apprentice. His eyes showed none of the thoughts in his head or the offense he'd taken by the question. He looked like a bored bird, with lids lowered, gaze dead, and head cocked to the side. His deep voice rose from him, placid.

"You don't look much like an Alice, whatever that is." He took another lick at his chest fur. "Mind you, that not all names are by looks, they are also given by skill. I've been a fan of the water ever since I was born, and I have an excellent knack for swimming. Maybe even more developed than most."
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duckpaw !
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let me just say, your siggie is glorious. <33
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duckpaw !
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:#D8EAED; width:220px; min-height:100px; padding:30px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align:justify; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;]The younger apprentice strolled up towards the dark water, looking for a place to take his own morning swim until he noticed a small figure paddling in the distance. The pale brute twitched his ears, sleek fur glinting in the sunlight and slim muscles rippling beneath his short pelt as he situated himself on the river's edge. Without a word, and with little noise, he watched the molly's strokes through narrowed, pale blue optics.

Duckpaw couldn't recall a time he'd met such a small feline, and neither could he recall another cat who had the same grace he did. Sure, all RiverClanners were good swimmers, but there were the few who made it effortless and completely natural. After all, despite the burdened feeling of the prefix 'Duck-', it suited him. He had the skill of the mallards that dared to swim in these streams and rivers, and the sheen, sleekness of them too. Since birth, Duckpad had a love for water and anything that involved getting wet. Well, that's what he wanted to think anyway. He'd asked his mother and she'd simply laughed, saying it was because he looked like a fluffy yellow duckling as a kit. Duckpaw could say otherwise.

With his usual blank look, low lids and expressionless features, the male twitched an ear. "Stay out there any longer and a cat might come and hunt you on accident." The way he said it was so bland, it was hard to tell if he was being serious or joking around. Of course it was all a joke, any cat could tell it was a RiverClanner just doing what RiverClanners do, but the humor was so absent in his tone it might've been serious.
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Character Name: Duckpaw
Character Gender: Male
Mentor or Apprentice?: Apprentice
Apprentice Number (For Mentors. How many apprentices are you looking for?): xx
Training Type (For Mentors. Will they train their apprentice harshly? Gently? Specify here.): xx
Wanted Training Type (For Apprentices. Do you want a kind mentor or a perfectionist, or anything else? Specify here.): Duckpaw's mentor should preferably be male, although he's fine with either gender. He's fine with however he's taught, although I also prefer the mentor and him to be a little aggravated with each other at times. Their relationship will be good at heart but is normally complicated.

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"You're a RiverClan cat," he meowed simply, turning his ice blue eyes on the grey tabby with their impassiveness. "Yet it's obvious you take no comfort in swimming. Why is that? And, why is it you still tried even when you know you dislike it so much?"

Although he was naturally respectful, it was clear the way he addressed the older molly was crossing the line as a young'un. He had no right to question her the way he did, but then, Duckpaw didn't think much. If he felt something had to be said, he said it, unless he was scolded of course... Then maybe he'd keep his trap shut.
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duckpaw !
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:#D8EAED; width:220px; min-height:100px; padding:30px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align:justify; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;]The nickname made the tom tense slightly, his face unchanging but hid muscles bunching beneath his fur. He knew where he was, he wasn't an idiot, but he was so neutral about the situation he couldn't distance himself from the cats of his birth Clan. His mother wouldn't ever forgive him if he so easily turned against cats he had nothing against. He couldn't disappoint his mother, even when she was embarrassing with her good-natured banter. So, when two warriors approached him, especially the hostile sandy tabby molly, he twitched and ear and rose to his paws. However, no fear shone his eyes and even his ears had stopped twitching.

He ignored the nickname, although it did bother him. He'd outgrown his kitten fluff! He was cream, or pale, not yellow! His mother was just a witty little feline. He glanced at Otterpaw and then stared Cougartail in her emerald orbs. He blinked, then bowed his head, the common gesture of respect he gave to those older than himself. "Greetings indeed. I'll return to Clearwater, I just wanted to take a swim. I'm truly sorry for trespassing, my intentions were harmless. Hopefully you don't think ill of me," he meowed tediously, not seriously caring on what the warrior thought of him. He just didn't want to get in trouble and start a fight between Redwater and Clearwater.

His attention flickered over to another she-cat, whom he dipped his head respectfully to her too. "Thank you for your consideration." His tail flicked towards her and he slowly retreated, casting Otterpaw a long, intense look.

"If you call me Ducky, I won't be afraid to call you Tiny," he meowed, and although he was awful at this playfulness chirpier cats could muster, he managed to pull on a crooked grin that quickly disappeared.
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:#D8EAED; width:220px; min-height:100px; padding:30px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align:justify; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;]Character Name/gender: Duckpaw, Masculine
Wanted Training Type: (how do you want to be trained? eg: harshly or gently) Duckpaw should preferably be paired with a male, but a witty female would substitute that just fine. Their relationship should be sometimes irritable, but they'd form a very close bond nevertheless.

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duckpaw !
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[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:#D8EAED; width:220px; min-height:100px; padding:30px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align:justify; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;]Duckpaw was curled up in the Apprentice's Den, dreaming soundly, until sharp cries invaded the scene. At first he groaned, paws scrapping at his ears to try and rid the cries from his dreams. It was a beautiful dream of him and Reedflower walking through RiverClan territory with her good-natured banter to keep him laughing. Laughing? Such a distant memory that was. But Reedflower was mewling at him, like a newborn kitten, and he couldn't get her to talk to him anymore. It was senseless, her words. The continuous sound made him yowl and, his icy eyes snapped awake as he jumped to his paws. He was panting heavily, driven insane by the mewling, and his elven ears swiveled around vigorously, desperately searching the den for the source of the noise.

Soft voices sounded outside the den, the mewling still present, and he suddenly realized what the sound could possibly be. In his mind formed the picture of a motherly she-cat he'd begun to appreciate the few times he'd met her. She was a queen, a sassy and determined queen, and she had been due any day now... Racing from his nest, he sped to the entrance of the Nursery and halted abruptly at its opening. He realized his short fur was stuck up in some places and that his usually placid look was replaced with wide, frightened eyes.

It was a flicker of emotion, and he cleared his throat as he regained his composure. He sat down, giving his shoulder a couple of distracted licks as his lids lowered lazily and his face became blank. Despite not looking entirely presentable, Duckpaw set that aside to approach Palemoon and her kits. He cast Alice a simple, quick glance of greeting and then looked down on the queen. It was a bit awkward, but he didn't mind as he watched the newborn felines squirm at her belly.

The tom nodded curtly. "The kits are very beautiful Palemoon. Congratulations," he muttered, although he barely lifted his gaze to look the molly in her face.
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OOC:
From what I've seen of Paley, she's absolutely a gorgeous character. From my perspective, she obviously upholds herself with much elegance and I always appreciate her little flashbacks. They don't just seem like your average boring starters, they seem like a really big part of who she is. Although I haven't seen you roleplay her much, the few times Duckpaw has been around her, I love her but haven't been around long enough to recognize any flaws or obnoxious traits! I absolutely think she's a fun character, especially when she's all testy and motherly as a queen xD

IC:
"Palemoon?" The tom's voice dwindles as he says the name. There's obviously a hint of fondness in his tone, which is a complete surprise for his usually featureless demeanor. However, as usual when his emotions slip from him, the fondness fades like petals in a breeze. "She's intelligent in a very ladylike way. She's very motherly, and it's a very appealing trait. I like her slightly fierce undertone, but it's often hidden beneath her kind charisma. It's refreshing, and brings to life a she-cat that I miss dearly... I want to get to know her better and hopefully become a trusted friend of hers?" He blinks, hard to express the emotions that have built up within him as he speaks. Flicking his stumpy tail he nods curtly. "That's what I think about..," A purr clips his speech as he attempts to try out her nickname. "Paley."
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"Thank you...," his words died away as he realized he didn't know the molly's name. Turning a featureless look on her, he twitched one elven ear. "I'm sorry. I don't think I've exactly been introduced to you before." It was a discreet way to ask her name, as he was slowly becoming interested in her tough nature. Of course, though, he didn't express that interest. He just mentally noted it.
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He remembered being a kitten. Small, the youngest, and the delicate looking little male of his litter. He remembered dominant Cherrykit and whatever she wanted to be she was. Clearing his throat, the apprentice ducked his head to take a few tense nibbles of the fish. They were small bites, though, and the pale, muscled cat rose his head and sat beside Palemoon.

[eww my muse ;-;]
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duckpaw !
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call me
[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:#D8EAED; width:220px; min-height:100px; padding:30px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align:justify; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;]The pale masculine was strolling as he usually did during sun-high. It was always a simple routine of waking up, taking a swim, hunting, and then taking a walk. His walk consisted of strolling the border, keeping a wary eye out on any intruders or strangers. As a member of Clearwater, he was to be optimistic and inviting, as Clearwater needed allies and more members. He sighed heavily at the thought of RiverClan's division.

Reedflower would never have wanted this. If she was still alive, she'd be walking with him with her teasing banter to keep him company. The nickname 'duckling' would ring every now and then, and Duckpaw let a very small smile carve its way onto his face. It was the few emotions he expressed when he was alone, a genuine smile and a deep frown. Anyone who had caught his face change in that small gesture would've not recognized him right then. Every cat knew how colorless the apprentice could be. He was dreary young thing, and no one understood it.

Enjoying his walk, a scent wafted past him before he saw the source. It was familiar, making him tense with comfort and fear. Had she been following him? Did she notice him? Had she seen him smile? Looking around vigorously, his stumpy tail 'wagged' anxiously. Fortunately, he saw the warrior on a slope. For some reason, she cowered over a small brown body, which surely didn't look like fish! He twitched an elven audit, otherwise known as an ear, and casually crossed the border to trod up the slope.

He approached Palemoon on silent paws, lids lowered in their usual manner. "A rabbit? That's such an usual morning meal," he mewed simply, sitting down before her nonchalantly. His pelt was sleek, lithe muscles rippling beneath his pelt in the bright sunlight. The broad-shouldered tom looked at both the rabbit and the distracted warrior, and couldn't help but raise a brow? in amusement. Furry prey? For a RiverClanner? He'd prefer fish, thank you very much.
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duckpaw !
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