Posts by EMPRESSOHPELIA

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Ahem. Of course Ducky! Even though we have one. hehe.
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duckpaw !
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Duckpaw needs to explore more friendly territories tbh and I could see him being the one Aspen goes to and just spills out all her emotions on catnip while Ducky is being all quite and listening like a sweet little bby... Then ruins it all with a snarky comment xD
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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;]I honestly wouldn't know how you'd want to start off! Is Aspen's going through something or she's becoming curious? Duckpaw will totally be that emotionless shoulder support when Aspen's gone af xD So I think, because this'll affect your character a lot more, that you should start it? If that's alright? <3 If you can't, then I'm sure I'll think of something!
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duckpaw !
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*scoots Duckpaw in*
Ducky could attempt to be friends with him! I say attempt because.. Duckpaw has some serious social issues he needs to work on xD
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duckpaw !
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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's nose twitched as he was walking back to RiverClan after a frigid swim. The tom's 'duck' tail wagged a bit, intentionally meaning to sway a long tail, but he always forgot. He always forgot that, at birth, while his siblings were gifted with long, flowing banners he'd been gifted a short stump that only added to his name. His mother's jokes only went further, when he'd told the Clan it was because he was a swimmer and Reedflower had shaken her head and said it was because of his tail and kitten fluff.

The apprentice's elven ears flattened, eyes narrowing as he remembered his mother. She was a bright ray of sunshine who'd gotten herself killed by strong current... That was why he was aggravated with cats who couldn't swim. They were RiverClanners, they all should know how to, but he supposed some couldn't and truthfully thought they should leave because of it.

Deep in his thoughts, the apprentice scrunched up his nose and reeled back at the new scent that invaded his senses. It smelled of thick forest and pine, and if he didn't know any better the pale brute would've guessed it was ThunderClan. Why would they be here? Duckpaw thought, face falling into it's usual featureless look. Though he knew it wasn't ThunderClan, because the pine scent was tinged with a very rancid undertone. The male's paws carried him lightly over the territory, and his supple, long-legged body made it easy to doge tree roots and streams to get to the scent's source. He was surprised, although he didn't show it, when he came upon a strange she-cat who was looking gratefully at Cougartail and another warrior Duckpaw hadn't met. Snorting with amusement, the tom approached the sandy goddess with a twitch of his audit.

Over looking the timid feline with his placid, icy blue gaze, Duckpaw turned his head up to Cougartail. "What's she doing here?" he mewed simply.
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duckpaw !
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duckpaw !
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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 gave a curt nod, although the words of betrayal that slipped from the strange she-cat's maw amused and disgusted the brute. A tingling, like tiny claws of a mouse, raced down his spine and his eyes narrowed disapprovingly.

How could she be in-between? She either wanted to stay in ShadowClan or didn't! If she really did want to be part of RiverClan in case anything happened then she shouldn't be asking for the whereabouts of these warriors. She would come on her own terms.. right? Unable to understand the strange femora's motives, Duckpaw gave his chest fur a few nonchalant licks.

"Just make sure you know where you're setting your paws. We wouldn't want you getting shredded by some brainless BloodClanner," he muttered, glancing up at her dully as he turned his attention back to grooming himself. "That'd just be the most unfortunate thing," he sighed.
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duckpaw !
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The apprentice's elven ears flattened on his head, the only part of his body showing any real amusement. He looked down at her rabbit, lips twitching with a hint of disgust. Furry prey just looked unappealing, and not a single furry soul looked beautiful. However, fish were another thing. They were true prizes of both beauty and size. Their scales reflected the sun, and their colors varied. Their eyes might be a little frightening but Duckpaw always covered up that feature before he ate. Too.. dramatic, those eyes were.

Nodding slowly, he glanced up at Palemoon. "What were you? A traveler? Going around, learning all the Clan's skills to become such an educated warrior?" he inquired flatly, icy blue eyes rolling. If one looked past his veil of nothingness they might've noticed the playful undertone in both voice and body language. Guessing, since he was speaking to Palemoon, that undertone wouldn't go unnoticed. Licking his chest fur for a moment, he gave a very audible snort.

"Palemoon, I'm not a kitten. We both know I'm very capable of handling myself, and we're both the same age," he muttered as he rose to his paws, stretching luxuriously to low-key show off the slim muscles beneath. He even added a wide yawn, showing off his glittering ivories in the sunlight. Then, he turned his gaze on her again.

"Excuse how I described you," he told the pale goddess. "You're not usual in the least. You're a very imposing little molly."
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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;]Oh how Duckpaw had listened to every word, and he couldn't help the flash of surprise that crossed his usually stoic gaze. To be a legend had once been a dream to him, a childish dream he'd left for dead in his rebirth. So, as he listened to Palemoon's success and her wide-spread kin, he couldn't help but envy her. He felt a bitterness rise dangerously within him at how simple that dream had seemed to come to the molly. It wasn't even a dream to her! It was as if it'd walked right up to her and birthed her itself, this wish if legacy. Even more envying was her wisdom and intelligence. She had an inviting tone that warranted what you could be introduced to, and her mystery was so alluring that Duckpaw's ears actually began to burn at the tips.

Clearing his throat, he lowered his gaze to his paws. He was obviously embarrassed, although he was the only one who knew the real reason for that. He hoped, nevertheless, that Palemoon's sensitive intuition wouldn't catch how off-guard he'd become. "I never hung around with elder's much because my mother had so many tales of her own," he said in all seriousness, raising his head at once as the words left his lips. It was as if he'd completely disregarded the goddess's playful banter, and truthfully he had. His stumped tail, that looked awfully like a duck's, moved from side to side. His claws uncurled themselves to pierce the moorland.

"Starclan surely has gifted you with the mind of past lives, even I submit to that fact," he muttered, feeling as if he had nothing compared to the youthful warrior and frankly, he didn't. Becoming a bit self-conscience of himself, Duckpaw quickly attempted to change the subject.

"How are the kittens?" he asked, looking rather apathetic. He was there at the queen's birth, an although it was none of his business, it was simply to strike up small talk that didn't focus on how little he'd impacted the world. However, he felt a slight twinge of jealousy. His mother had always praised he'd be a good father one day, and despite objecting to that thought, even that had been a dream of his. Unfortunately, even that had died with many other childish ones.

[muse. burst.]
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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's head titled in minor interest. A father? This was the first Palemoon had ever spoken of the children's sire. It seemed obvious that mating the male had been the scholarly warrior's fault. Although he didn't dare delve into that life any further, elven ears twitched in a futile attempt to rid the rising heat in them. This was the most any cat had confessed to him, and despite wanting to be there for the molly, he'd grown awfully doubtful of himself. His wall wasn't terribly sturdy, but also wasn't weak, yet Palemoon had left spider webbing cracks in his defenses.

While his face has settled from emotionless to thoughtful, another emotion battled dominance within Duckpaw. Hearing how she wouldn't play a specific part in her kit's lives slightly angered the brute, lean muscles flexing beneath his pale cream pelt."That's unfortunate, my condolences." It was simple, sounding terse as he tried to grasp the reason Palemoon wouldn't guide her offspring in her path of wisdom. Even though she admitted her life was no golden goose, he didn't want to compare histories any further. However, this topic couldn't go undiscussed.

"Is it because they're offspring to a male who's unimportant in your life?" he inquired suddenly, softly, as his slightly angled face turned to her. He looked like his usual colorless self, save the faint sympathy that glazed his stoic stare.
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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 had been searching for prey, not the detestable furry creatures, but fish. The small puddles he'd come across had nothing but unsatisfying minnows. That, and the water was too murky to be safe and to see through. He envied Redwater, of course that jealousy was never shown or voiced, but they'd definitely taken the better of RiverClan's water. Sighing in frustration, the lean muscled apprentice moved down towards the babble of a sable river. Yet, he was also approaching the babble of.. cats?

Padding through the foliage, he was faintly amused by the two she-cats who huddled together. He looked up to where their heads were directed to a distant, bracken-colored figure. Snorting, Duckpaw gave a tiny lash of his furry stump. "What in Starclan are you two doing? Aspenpaw, I expected better from you," he mewed monotonously, gaze dull but head tilted in questioning.
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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;]What was up with she-cats and hitting? Snorting, his icy gaze narrowed at his peers but he didn't return their physical gestures. He twitched an ear at both females, elven audits spanning outward. "You're welcome Aspen, anything for you," his voice held an undertone of sarcasm, but he didn't linger on her any more than he should. He turned to Rowanpaw and gave a sniff of amusement.

"We're all RiverClanners, we all have the right to question strangers. Warriors have the authority to accept members if anything, as apprentices we're doing a favor for our Clan by not involving warriors and dealing with an intruder ourselves, especially if they look neutral. Now if you're worried about any surprise attacks, maybe you should wait to approach the stranger with a bigger group of apprentices if your unaccompanied by a warrior. No reason to sit around like suspicious fish, you'll get caught either way," Duckpaw stated matter-of-factly, not in an annoying, smart way but in his usual featureless resonance.
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Maybe he won't get coal in his stocking but he would tell the children Santa doesn't exist
Hehe Tracking!
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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 apprentice had been following Ripplestorm from a distance, not that he doubted any loyalty on the she-cat or was purposefully trying to be nosy, but has bored. He couldn't nap all day, and he couldn't relax all day. He never had the patience for surprises, and the long-legged, pale brute had taken careless sport of following the first scent he picked up. So, he plodded through the long grass beside the river, reflecting its emptiness in his icy gaze.

Duckpaw wouldn't forgive his Clanmates of Redwater for neglecting their Clearwater brethren. They were once a unity, and BloodClan had somehow stripped that memory from them. They'd taken the best streams and ponds, and left Clearwater the thinner and less fortunate water routes. How belittling! He missed the rushing, violent thunders of thick, sable rivers and the ponds with a surface so glassy it was a mirror. Fishing was decent here, but he imagined Redwater with lavish piles of the limbless animals. Face emotionless, Duckpaw twitched his ear as the only sign of expressing his frustration at the whole ordeal. It too was an annoying thing in his head, a trapped wasp in his skull that had stung everywhere repeatedly in a futile attempt to escape.

Suddenly the masculine stopped, and he pricked his elven ears at the sounds of another voice. One was Ripplestorm's and the other... a warrior he'd never met before. Lashing a stump for a tail, the RiverClan apprentice pushed through the fronds whilst glancing at a loner he didn't dare speak to. If Ripplestorm had seen him and not spoken to him, then the solitary cat was no problem of Duckpaw's. "Hm? Who are you?" The apprentice's tone was heavily nonchalant, his pale blue eyes narrowed with its usual indifferent look.[/fancypost]
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Can he look very.. nonchalant? He's a little stoic prince that's why <33
Thank you!
Such beautiful art!
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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 male's ears twitched in reply, lids lowered over icy optics that flashed with faint amusement. Lately he'd been having the misfortune of meeting RiverClanners who did not have a preference to the water. Duckpaw had thought it silly, thought they didn't exactly have a place here, but their blood was strong through and through and thus there was no debate. He supposed he thought that way because Duckpaw praised the water. Praised, admired, and worshipped the water like a deity. After all, it was why his prefix was what it was!

Ducks were the birds that owned that water, swam atop it with much grace and fished in it with impressive, unique skill. No matter what his mother, Reedflower, implied about his name in her light-hearted banter, he believed it was because of his strong connection with the rivers and streams of his home. So, when 'Mouseclaw', as the tom had answered, detached himself from the dark water it was refreshing to see a RiverClanner that actually swam.

"Duckpaw," the sleek apprentice answered flatly, muscles moving beneath his pale pelt as he sat back on his haunches. The apathetic brute sniffed once, the amusement coming and going with the fragility of spider silk. "You can always swim, even the debate won't stop us from that." The apprentice seemed a bit misunderstanding, a hint of confusion expressed in his flattened ears. Did Mouseclaw mean swimming in the luxury of strong currents and large streams? That was understandable. Still, dark ponds were a rather dull playground after all.

"But I couldn't agree with you more. This separation is rather obnoxious." He sounded a bit too old for his age, but it was evident Duckpaw could care less. His eyes settled on the other tom. "I chose Clearwater because I believe BloodClan is very tactical. I'd have no rank amongst the important talk there, and that'd be just as peaceful as being in Clearwater. So I'm here. It's probably far more peaceful then over there," Duckpaw mewed, ears twitching in the direction of Redwater territory.

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duckpaw !
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call me
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So this is my bab Duckpaw.
Could he be drawn in his usual emotionless expression? take example in the profile picture.. Cause it's really the only ref I got xD But he's wearing a crown that's crooked on his head? His physical appearance is in the tags but maybe make him positioned or looking like the stoic king he is? <33
Thank you! I'm a patient child, especially for such bootiful work!
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duckpaw !
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