Posts by william.

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A young lion with dreams of glory and heroism. Quick-witted and with a bit of a mouth on him, he spends the majority of his free time training for combat. Though he does not believe in revenge, he is willing to fight off every last creature who would harm the innocent.

William is a character I chose to represent the story of how even an aspiring hero can't be all good - necessary evils, and a lack of a universal moral compass, can lead to one person's hero being another person's villain.

This thread is to track the progression of William as a character, and to set and fulfill small milestones to ensure that he does develop over time. Expect posts to get fancier and more literate as time goes by.

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During this period, William meets BlizzardClan and they meet him. The goal is to form the crucial friendships and skills that will shape the rest of his life.

Journal:
William begins his adventure by being adopted by Hercules Mulligan of BlizzardClan. He immediately starts introducing himself to his clanmates, promising he'll be the greatest warrior in the world. Everyone reacts with a positive attitude.
For a July 4th celebration, he visits ColouredClan. He is initially offended by their mock 'lion taming' exhibit, but at the cotton candy machine, he meets Moonkit and goes on to interact with her later, showing off his first kill (a small and sickly mouse) to the psychic kit.

Main goals:
[] make a good friend.
[] get in a big fight.
[] pick a childhood hero.
[] mouth off to an HP.
[] gain a power.

Optional goals:
[] fail at something 3 times.
[] train with 5 different characters.
[] learn to swim.
[] play a prank.
[] attend his apprentice ceremony.

Heart chart:
[ none so far ]

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The three-month-old kalahari cub sat near the edge of an island, watching all these creatures that were way bigger than him. He hadn't really spoken to them in the time since Hercules adopted him, so William decided with a small shrug to start introducing himself the way he'd seen others do it; puffing his chest out, the new BlizzardClanner shouted, "Hey everyone! I wanna call one of those meet and greet things. So... eh..." Well, he wasn't really sure what else to say, being new to this whole 'socialization' thing. "This is your chance to meet the greatest warrior in the world as a cub! Yeah!"
He flicked his tail triumphantly. That should do it.

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Will gazed around at the small crowd he'd attracted and couldn't help but return an overjoyed smile. They liked him! Maybe this meant he was famous already? Well if that was the case, he was going to make sure to meet every single one of his fans.

The little cub drew in a big breath and ended up speaking in a slightly higher voice than he'd intended to. "Hi Mar-jry! Hi dad! Hi Storm! Hi Liv! Hi Riv! I'm William!" He did his best to mimic Riverpaw's gesture with a minimal amount of success, but everyone was being so nice that it didn't really matter. He was a star!

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William had no idea what it was about the current date that called for celebration. Maybe there'd be a Fifth of July celebration, too? Either way, the little cub scampered after Margaery, imagining all the possible things he might get to see at this party.

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The young lion cub inevitably felt a little offended when the 'fierce and awesome lion' was either a cat in a costume or a very small lion - he wasn't really sure. But lions weren't supposed to just stand there and let someone hit them with a big, scary red rope! Being understandably upset, William started cheering for the 'lion', though it ended up sounding like he was cheering on Moonkit instead. "You can do it! Don't give up!"

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William had scampered over at the mention of a spar. The young cub wasn't really sure how to fight, but he was determined to win anyway. He sat down by Sidewalkpaw with a challenging grin.

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Ooh. William wasn't actually fully weaned yet, but surely a little treat couldn't hurt. "I want one," the cub declared, padding over to lean against the booth and giving Loverspaw a great big smile. "Y'know, some day, there's going to be a celebration about me, and there's going to be cotton candy for everyone, too!"

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William was absolutely puzzled. He looked down at his paws, then at Dan's robotic leg, then back at his paws, making sure the cub himself still had all four legs. "But where do you put your real leg?" He couldn't help but ask, walking in circles as if to inspect the prosthetic from every angle.

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"Tell-a-nee-sis..." William echoed from where he'd been watching, originally just to see how hunting was done. This was way cooler, though. If a tree could be shaken accidentally with this 'power', imagine what someone could do to the bad guys' camps! Like making sticks fall out of a bigger tree and hitting everyone on the head. Just imagining it made the cub giggle to himself.

Deeming the canine to be someone he could learn from in the future, William gave an encouraging little cheer. "Magic! Do it again!"

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William beamed at all his new clanmates, kneading the ground excitedly. Half of the excitement came from being acknowledged by so many creatures, the other half from the idea that he could make friends with each one of them!
"Hi Lucina, Blaine! Thanks for sho... Woaahhh." When Lia arrived, the cub completely dropped his train of thought. Instead, he jumped up to inspect the creature from as many angles as he could, sniffing furiously. This thing! It wasn't a wolf, but not a cat either. "What are you!" He more exclaimed than asked, looking up at Lia.

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William simply sat down a respectful distance from the medic-in-training, both unsure what was wrong and unsure what he could do about it. So he'd just watch and be there for moral support. Heroes could do that, right? Just sit and watch? The cub frowned at the thought, but his clanmates seemed to know a lot more about this whole 'cheering others up' thing than he did.

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William had only recently been taken in by his adoptive single father, so naturally, he hadn't made a lot of friends yet. He had introduced himself to his new clanmates, of course, but they were all wrapped up in one drama or another and it never felt like the right time to have a friendly conversation. Someone was captured and came back, and some dude was injured and lost some memories or something? It was all a little confusing.

At least the time alone gave the cub a chance to 'train', or at least to mimic his idea of training. It actually just consisted of running in a straight line until he got tired and then chasing mice around with varying degrees of failure. William had actually just finished one such routine now, only this time, he'd spotted a very sickly mouse. After two hours or so, he'd managed to finally kill the thing by crushing its skull.

"YEEEAAAAHHH!" Sitting up proudly, the transvaal cub looked around for someone to show it off to, only to find that he was out in the middle of nowhere! Well, not nowhere nowhere. A streamer hanging from a tree led him to recognize this as ColouredClan. The place with the cool party! Perfect! After picking up his rather messy kill, William trotted in the direction of ColouredClan's camp in search of someome to show it off to.

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"You can't have a meet and greet without a me!" William called, scrambling over at the badger's call. There seemed to be a bright decoration behind his clanmate with strange symbols on it, which the cub decided he'd look into later. For now, he just needed an excuse to get to know his fellow BlizzardClanners better without having to approach them at a more awkward time.
The lion cub made his way toward the badger until they were within an appropriate talking distance, maybe a tad closer than that, and sat down with a little bounce. "My name's William, by the way. Who're you?"

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"I wanna join!" William, for one, was pretty hyped to get to show off his belongings. Not that he actually had any, and he doubted he was allowed to just flex and show what little muscle he'd developed as his 'favorite possession'. So instead the cub picked up the nearest pebble and sat down with it near Margaery. A little improv practice couldn't hurt, could it? "This is Mister Rock. He's really shy and pretty self-conscious about this light spot on his back, so please don't mention it to him when he's awake." Actually the more he talked about it, the more the cub could picture Mister Rock as an actual pet rock. This would be fun.

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The cub nodded one giant nod to Night. "Yeah! I'd better see you there. There's gonna be confetti, and... and statues... and..." He nearly zoned out in another daydream of what it would be like to be a hero, snapping out of it only as he spotted the small black kitten. "Hi! Oh, official 'hi' to both of you, actually. Name's William!"

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Oh, a stranger! This was Will's first time on the other side of the interaction, and with two of the most bizarre creatures he'd ever seen. The half-bird had introduced itself, but... "Who's the scaly bird behind you?" inquired the cub, a genuine, innocent smile on his maw as he joined the leader in welcoming the two. "Oh, and I'm William! And welcome!"

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Abandoning his place in line, William half-bounced, half-jogged over to chat with the two, at least until more cotton candy was ready. No way he was going to miss meeting a scaly... bird... thing! And a cat with a mark on its face! To be fair, the cub was a little surprised by the apparent impracticality of the dragon's (or as William called it, scaly bird's) anatomy - it was incomparable, like a...

Anyway, the young BlizzardClanner was just excited to get to make some friends. Introducing himself quickly and a tad loudly, the cub greeted, "Meee! I'm William! And that's Moon. We're like, basically best friends now. And what's your name?"

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"Oh, Mister Rock and I go waaay back. We've been friends for years," bluffed the cub in response, either forgetting or ignoring the fact that he was three months old. "Mister Spider looks pretty cool too, though."

Looking at the serval's gift, hearing that it was for pictures of Lostboy and Tama together, William wrongly connected the dots and ventured, "Nice gift, are you and Lostboy together?"

Storm's painting was pretty cool, but the wolf looked sadder after sharing it. Will couldn't think of a reason why someone would treasure something that made them sad. The thought occurred that it wasn't that simple, so the cub just nodded politely and moved on.

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Having zero spiritual powers, the cub was drawn to Moon not because of her mindset, but because she made noise. As he recognized the mark on the kitten's forehead, Will bounded over and immediately threw his kill at Moonkit's feet. "Hey! Hey Moon! I remember you. I caught a mouse, lookit!" Not actually aware that the kit was deaf nor blind, he just kneaded the ground a little as he awaited a response. He was proud of himself. Hopefully Moon would be too; this was a trophy you could eat!... If they weren't too young for meat, that is.

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