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"Hi dad!" William greeted, bouncing over to lean against Hercules. "I have a question! If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?" He hadn't really gotten the hang of this whole questions thing, but that was okay. It was a pretty important question, after all.

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One of the perks of a mind that wasn't fully developed was getting to have a wild imagination. "What if you draw just the sky so the white part is more visible? Or you could invert the colors and make all the snow black! Also I want one." William butted in with an inspired grin. He didn't know how, but he wanted to draw the camp, and also ColouredClan, and also a savannah, and also a galaxy in the sky!

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William did not know why they were discussing herbs, but he was interested in what Liv had been staring at. A discolored chunk of tree that smelled funny? On closer inspection, he recognized some of the same symbols that Hufflepaw had used on her poster. Tama seemed to glance at them and quickly talk about 'herbs', so the lion cub simply did his best to mimic her, glancing at the book and pretending to know what was going on. "Oh, yeah, herbs. They're like, cool." Also what are herbs? he nearly added. Bandages over a clean wound seemed simply enough to the cub.

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The young lion offered a distracted "hello" to Nighttales before turning to listen to Kilo with his full attention. The first bit was exciting - maybe Will'd get a chance to fight someone older after defeating that apprentice! - but he was frankly disappointed by the final rule. Kilo was absolutely right to set them, of course, but William would never admit it. He wanted to see someone use that 'tele-nee-sis' thing he'd seen before!

With a little huff, the cub just adjusted his posture and drew his tail around his paws as if this didn't bother him at all. He was about to get a chance to fight, after all. "How soon can we start?" asked the cub eagerly.

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William watched as the girl sniffed the mouse and couldn't help but return her grin. That was a genuine 'wow'! It really was nice to feel special. "Yeah, it's my first catch," he answered truthfully, deciding to leave out the part where it'd taken far longer than anyone with an ounce of training would need. "It was great! I was training and I started chasing this guy back at camp, and then he went down the stone stairs where our floating islands meet the ground, so I kept following it and I got lost a few times but the mouse started walking with this sort of limp because I guess it got hurt on the stairs, and..."

He went on like this for a solid four minutes, recounting every single detail about this fairly long chase. "... and then I caught up to it a third time and this time I jumped on it and it stopped moving. Anyway, what do you like to do? Do you train, too?"

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"Yeah! The whole world is gonna be there. Thanks for the candy, Ma'am," the male added politely as he accepted the treat. It was like a sugar cloud, he determined, tearing off a small piece and letting it dissolve on his tongue. Then he turned his attention back to Moonkit and co. "Monster Kid's a mean name to give to your kid," the cub remarked. "Are you sure you don't want to be called something different? Like Jeffrey? 'Cause you look like a Jeffrey."

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"I wanna see," remarked the lion cub as he sat down to watch. At his young age, all powers still counted as magic. He didn't have any powers of his own, so all he could do was watch others' magic, anyway.

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As far as William could tell, this was just a kit who was exhausted from playing. And as any young cub knew, sleeping in the middle of camp could lead to a very dirty pelt! The lion cub dropped the rock he'd been playing with and bounded over toward the collapsed figure, offering a shoulder to lean on. "Hey, need some help getting to the nursery?"

He had to admit it, it was a little worrisome to see someone stumble expressionlessly into camp and then fall down with a whimper. But that's what William was there for. Heroes always helped the weak, right?

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"Oh. Well I was taught that a monster is something to be afraid of, but you're way nice!" The cub hastily explained. William couldn't imagine wanting to be called a monster. He was gonna be a hero, and heroes defeated monsters, right? But not this monster because he wasn't a real monster and... oh, it was one giant headache all around. Back to the subject of names. "I could totally see you as a Rudy though. Or a Cody? ...Nah, definitely a Rudy."

The BlizzardClanner then proceeded to finish off his sugar cloud, being left with only the stick it had been served on. What an interesting treat! He'd have to ask for more later.

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The BlizzardClanner nodded eagerly, almost having forgotten that floating islands were anything other than normal. "It is! You should see it sometime. There are barriers so it's impossible to fall off, too." Well, unless one teleported. But then again, they could just teleport back.

Watching the kit's adorable tail wag, William nodded at the mention of painting. Himself, the cub could barely manipulate crayons, much less a paintbrush. "That's cool! What do you like to paint? Landscapes, creatures?"

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"I can ask StellarClan!" William offered, hoping his age wouldn't be a problem. It sounded like a cool place to go, and he could meet new friends!

/thread - https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2395957
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William had bounced over just because he saw a new and rather friendly-looking face. The guy kinda smelled bad, and the cub turned to cough a little, but after a while he got used to it, and padded over to sit by Koutarou until it was his turn to introduce himself.

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Sunsets, interesting. William could imagine a good sunset painting. A pink-streaked sky with glimpses of orange and red between the clouds, and a brilliant yellow sphere half-covered by a vast field of grass... and also dragons. He would put a lot of dragons, because they made everything way cooler! But come to think of it, he didn't actually make art that often. "My dad's a tailor, but I don't really make art. I spend all of my time training and talking, so I don't really get time for hobbies. 'Cause I'm gonna be a hero someday, you know," the male explained, entirely serious. "Is it really fun? Painting, I mean. Or just something to pass the time?"

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"Woaaahh!" With the assistance of a few clanmates, William found himself on the mountainous plains of some entirely different world! The lion cub wasn't really sure where to go, so after admiring the territory for a while, the BlizzardClanner simply tilted his head back and shouted. "Hey StellarClan! BlizzardClan wants to invite all of you to an event called the Warped Tour! It's basically a bunch of concerts and parties, and we want to know if you're coming."

//link: https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2395844.0

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William watched the new feline in a rushed track post.

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"Oh," he responded simply at the kit's explanation. "Yeah, I'm gonna be a hero. Like the leader kind. I'll be like a king, helping everyone every day and then charging into battle with them! I wanna make it really hard for the bad guys to abduct my friends so it's not such a common thing, y'know? It's like everyone has to get captured at some point in their lives because that's how things are. And it shouldn't be. And I wanna befriend the humans. We always steal their things, we use their weapons and live in their buildings and yet we only try to drive them away. Oh, and world peace." There was so much more that the cub dreamed of doing, but he realized he was probably starting to get boring, so he shut up a little abruptly. "So what about you, what're you gonna do when you grow up?"

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William found himself a front-row seat and offered a small 'woo!' in Saltpaw's direction. To be honest, he was confident his adoptive father would be the star of the show once he arrived, so the cub was mostly waiting for Hercules. But he was sure Saltpaw would be cool too! Will was just excited in general.

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