Posts by SMOKEPAW.

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tracking on new sub

retracking

[ track!! ]

THAT FEELS LIKE TRAGEDY'S AT HAND [&] RELATIONSHIPS:
❖ MISCHA X VIKTOR | GENERATION 2
— half-brother to veronika, misha and quickjaw, as well as many others
❖ best friend(s): oakpaw
❖ friend(s): none
❖ single | heterosexual [subject to change] | demiromantic | monogamous
❖ developing crush on oakpaw
❖ ½ of smoak.

AND THOUGH I'D LIKE TO STAND BY HIM [&] IMPORTANT FACTS:
❖ smokepaw has a noticeable russian accent ; his 'r's roll and the all 'w', 'th', and 'j' sounds as 'v', 't', and 'dhz'
❖ he was raised as a housecat for a couple of months with his mother, mischa, but was separated from her and was taken to the pound after being found by humans, there he met oakpaw (then mocha)
❖ strong believer in starclan and the warrior code
❖ will become addicted to thyme to calm his anxiety so he's able to function. will suffer from drowsiness, mild irritability l

CAN'T SHAKE THIS FEELING THAT I HAVE [&] PHYSICAL: [reference]
❖ MAINE COON [birth/main] | health: 100%
— as a purebred maine coon, he has a square-like face due to his big-boned structure.
— current injuries: none
— recovery time: 0 day(s)

THE WORST IS JUST AROUND THE BEND [&] PERSONALITY:
❖ ( INFJ / "THE ADVOCATE" / LAWFUL GOOD / HUFFLEPUFF / THUNDERBIRD )
— INDECISIVE | DETERMINED | ALTRUISTIC | INTELLIGENT
— PERFECTIONIST | RESERVED | SENSITIVE | AWKWARD
— mental stability: 90%
— disorders: social anxiety

[size=9]AND DOES HE NOTICE MY FEELINGS FOR HIM [&] INTERACTION:
❖ PHYSICALLY EASY | ATTACK IN BOLD #016295
— currently mentored by no one
— prev. mentor: losteye, embertail
❖ WILL NOT START FIGHTS | PRONE TO SHOW MERCY | ASK TO CAPTURE
— does not know self-defense | studies medicine
❖ dislikes strangers, will not engage in conversation, difficult to gain trust
❖ CAN POWERPLAY NONVIOLENT ACTIONS
— will flinch, or react negatively

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[i]❝ AND WILL HE SEE HOW MUCH HE MEANS TO ME ❞

i don't think we should add the ship thread since it isn't the most important. the plot thread and the guide should be up and also the character list?

track

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[ smokey doesn't have a mentor yet!! hopefully, losteye will respond early! ]

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here under the Highrock for a clan meeting."

Snakehiss - ah, Snakestar's voice carried across the camp, reaching his sensitive ears which were erect and twitching slightly. Well, he supposed he was old enough to catch his own prey, that didn't mean he knew how. Though, this was for Shadowclan and not for the two kittypets who were practically useless to the clan with their pampered former lives, suppressing their instincts. Smokey turned to the brown tabby he had been visiting in the medicine den, furrowing his eyebrows and creating a small wrinkle in his forehead. "Should we go?" he murmured, his icy blue eyes flickering across his face, briefly. He was worried about him, even if he was recovering nicely and getting more hydrated, he was still concerned. It was his best friend who was hurt - his king. "You need any help?" A smile twitched at the edges of his lips, rising onto his paws and waiting for Mocha's reply.

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le track with the russian boi

anyone want to have their character get into a fight with smokey and tear off his collar? c:
rUSTY AND LONGTAIL STYLE LETS GOOOO

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fine! what about yourself? c:

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NEVER
HISSSSSS

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The moment Smokey was able to open his senses to the vast world around him, it was too overwhelming to comprehend for his underdeveloped mind. He was a mere kitten; there were many sounds around him, deadened from his newborn ears, though he recognized a delicate, comforting voice that uttered a language he did not know. It was as if she had been engraved on his mind. His mother. A warm scent enveloped him comfortingly, which he soon realized was a soothing mix of the scents of his mother's milk and her plush, soft fur. He was happy, though the solace didn't last for long. Within a matter of a few weeks, his cottony surroundings had been torn harshly from his grasp and replaced with the numbing cold of a steel floor that stung his tiny paws. He was confused, oh so very confused. Unfamiliar aromas surrounded him, bombarding him, none of which were his mother. Where had she gone? Did she not love him anymore? His ignorant mind only thought that he had been abandoned. That he had been tossed away like a broken toy. Strangely, however, he had not been angry with his mother for throwing him away. He only longed to be in her plush embrace once again, to hear her soft voice that whispered to him in such a sugary tone. He missed the pampered life that had treated him as a prince - the prince that he dutifully was - and yet someone had snatched his throne from under him and was now sitting in his rightful place. They had left him to be a lowly prisoner behind the bars of a cage that reduced him to nothing. He was a pitiful creature, no longer the prince that he once had been. However, this prisoner had made a friend in the troubling time in which he had been abandoned; he was a former king whose title had been stripped from him as well, so similar to his own story. The ex-king was lost without his kingdom and so terrified to be without the family he had once held dear to him. The prisoner befriended the king, the peasant, yet despite the peasant no longer having power, the convict thought oh so highly of him. He was royalty, after all. He may have been a peasant now, but he was truly a king. Mocha was a king without a throne.

However, once again, the new life in the prison he had grown accustomed to was taken from him. Again, he was cast out. Even without the cage that kept him contained, he was still a prisoner, held captive in a foreign world he knew nothing about and would probably never learn anything from. He was alone again. Over time, the biting chill of isolation and the terrifying unknown had become somewhat usual. He had adapted, though the forest was a hard obstacle to conquer. Each and every tree looked identical to the last, it was easy to get lost. With no experience in capturing his own food, the pounds he had gained were shed quickly, his thick fur hiding the skinny frame beneath. He resorted to becoming a vulture and picking scraps from the bones of carcasses left behind by other carnivores. When he could no longer find anything to sustain himself, his only option was to starve, which did nothing but push him closer to his fate. A death penalty. The inmate was being sent to death for a crime he did not commit - he was framed, accused of something he didn't even know was wrong. He was born. Was his birth such an atrocity that he had to be cursed with such a disgraceful life? He was a prince for god's sake.

The disappearance of Mocha was what brought him outside the camp, panicked that he had once again lost his king. They had been separated before, he couldn't risk it happening again. Not after months of being with nothing but his compulsive thoughts, causing him to feel almost fearful of his surroundings; any slight crackle of a leaf startled him, or any rustle of the trees brushing against the wind. A thick accented voice made him halt in his tracks, knitting his eyebrows together and his lips parting slightly at how familiar it was. It was harsh, cold, but it carried this soothing undertone that he could possibly only hear. Perhaps, it was the accent that was similar to his own that comforted him, or something completely different. Smokey's legs resumed its steady pace, only he quickened his speed with an eagerness to see who this she-cat was. Besides, Mocha's scent was heavy in that area which meant that he was there, speaking to that intruding molly. Squeezing through the underbrush, the bell on his collar jangling obnoxiously and announcing his presence as he stepped beside his friend. "H-Hello...

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dammit

weak hiss

well now i am reminded that i have homework
fRICK

pets softly
s'okaay !! it's a really, really simple homework assignment lol
probably will take me like 5 minutes, don't even worry about it <3

noooo not the sprAY BOTTLE

i just can't wait to start developing smokey's personality more
it'll take some time for him to not be so timid and turn into a fierce, strong boi