Posts by MASKEDPAW.

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need to work on physical and personality.
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need to work on appearance.
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ACTUALLY... I'M JUST BRINGING MASKEDPAW BACK AS HE WAS? DAMMIT. Is the Muzikant family still a thing? Like. Is there a thread I need to post in to say that he's back. This feels weird but he Exists like this.
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I mean is it still, like. An active thing? Are the heads of the family still around and whatnot? I know that there are some characters are around, this guy is actually Boywonder's half brother lmao. Either way, I would appreciate that!
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A pretty late track, but I'm bringing Maskedpaw back to activity. :0
It's still Aureate, I just changed my name / switched accounts.
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/ edited with new tags, whoops

This is not the place that he'd intended to wind up in, after so long of just wandering the world. You would think that he had a better sense of direction after all this time — how long had he been gone? Two months? It hardly matters anymore, because they family that he had once had is gone, and that... Actually doesn't surprise him, not at all. They have a habit of vanishing, the Muzikants. Here one moment and gone the next, hopping back into your life every now and then with a quick "hello how are you I promise I'll stay this time". So he stopped taking words at face value, stopped believing every promise people made. He couldn't consider himself a damaged person, because at the end of the day he was still just himself, but so much about him had changed because the people around him lied. No, no, he wasn't a child anymore, he wouldn't call them liars for this.

Still, the Maskedpaw that is currently standing at an unfamiliar border doesn't act like the child he had once been. Golden eyes are a little sharper, and lacking the easy curiosity that he had once felt. While he wants to learn, while he always will, he can't afford to be reckless about it anymore. And so the lion takes a seat, doesn't lift his paws again; won't until someone gives him the go-ahead (and directions to follow). "Hey, is anyone around here? What is this place?" Hopefully they don't eat lions. Not that he would be a good meal in the first place, and that seems rather ambitious, doesn't it? Hunting lions? Right, M's just sleep deprived here, this isn't an actual worry of his. He's not paranoid, like some people.
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updated with a new personality fact of his, yikes.
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I'm trying something with this kid here, so I'm looking for a certain group to start him out in. What clans do you consider to be the most peaceful or "pro" in general? I'm not looking for aggressive groups. Activity and size don't bother me, tbh! If it's really slow, he'll just join multiple of them.
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He liked WindClan. They had a lot of others around his age, and his half brother lived there. That was nice, wasn't it? Family? Most of his immediate family was gone, now. Maybe that was why he needed to come here, too. It was overwhelming to find a Muzikant who didn't vanish when he had the chance, and while Mask certainly wanted something permanent, it was too new to accept right away. So here he was, ready to give RiverClan hell. Or something like that. Maskedpaw wasn't much feeling the smiling thing, golden eyes narrowed in thought. He can't say that he likes the idea of living in a swamp, but maybe it would get better, given time. "Excuse me, this is RiverClan, right?" Considering how directionally challenge he was, it was a fair question. WindClan had been an accident, after all.
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updated with his alliance and fixed things.

I didn't even bother with his RiverClan one lmao, it just. Ended up being short and lazy. Which isn't bad, it just feels subpar compared to what I normally write. No matter.
OOH good, Mask needs to be associated with angry people. What's he angry at though??
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I think that he might stay adorable? For a bit? He's lowkey very sad and upset but he's mostly adorable and okay. He just misses his family. Which is why I'm throwing him at B. Hopefully that will save him a little bit eventually.

YOU CAN DO IT. Whenever you do it. You know what I mean. AND have fun on the hike thing. I hope it's interesting.
NICE. That might make Mask think about things. Or just make him uncomfortable. Which is good because he needs to feel that. OR he'll just slowly start to adopt that same mentality. Which is interesting. WE'LL SEE, I have no control over this dude.
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WindClan, huh? Alright, that would make sense. Even in the relative calmness surrounding him, the breeze was shifting the tall grass of the moor, pushing it against his legs. It looked windy. Did that make sense? Even if it wasn't actually windy, it looked like it should be. It felt like it should be. That was a weird though, yes, but he wouldn't challenge the way his mind was working at the moment. Bright eyes shifting between those who appeared in front of him, two other apprentices and one who seemed to be a bit older. His name said so, at least. "WindClan," he repeats, liking the way his tongue presses against the back of his teeth with the "W". "What's it like here?" The lion looks between the others present, to someone his species but much younger, then to a tiny little cat (she looks sick; he can't help but worry about that), and then the one who's... Almost waving at him. Not quite. Could he not see? Mask doesn't ask.

"Anyway. Maskedpaw Muzikant. It's nice to meet you." Rule number one: wear the Muzikant name with pride. "Does anyone know how to get to ColouredClan? I think my dad's there. Last I heard, anyway."
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Topaz eyes flit between the two who approach him first, one grinning (a dragon, too — it's been a long time since he saw a dragon) and the other quiet (a smaller tabby, more familiar), before he blinks and decides to simply address them both. "Oh, good." The lion actually sounds surprised, though pleased as well. It's not often that he actually ends up where he meant to. Not that they couldn't be pleasant mistakes, if previous expeditions were anything to go by. "I'm here to join, then. That's okay, isn't it? I'm Maskedpaw." It had been a while since he had been a part of a group, at least officially, so there was something nice about this. The idea of people, though none of them were his siblings and they definitely weren't his father, either. It didn't feel as if Neptune was anywhere, now, but he was slowly making his way towards the other group. He'd get there eventually.
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Maybe his formerly somber mood was simply a product of prolonged distance from other living creatures, because the lion cub finds himself slowly perking up as more people join in. Perhaps he's always kind of liked being the center of attention, standing in the spotlight. No, there's no perhaps about it — Mask likes talking to people. So even though Greypaw can't help him with directions, the apprentice shrugs in an easy "no worries" manner. "That's cool. Nice to meet you anyway." Dai can't seem to help either, but her offer has the faintly cheerful expression turning into a full grin. "Yeah? Thanks. I'll... I'd like that." The feline shifts a little bit, rocking slightly back and forth. It's a habit he's picked up as a way to show both happiness and discomfort. For now, it's clearly the former option. This place was nice, both in appearance and in people. He likes them.

Maskedpaw rocks again, smile steadily growing out of control. Two people were offering themselves as travelling partners, and even while the paranoid lived-in-a-plant-cult part of him doesn't want to trust them, it seems like a nice idea. "You mean that? That'd be nice." He bites at his lip for a second, still rocking a bit, still smiling. "From both of you. It's nice to meet you all." But Radiantpaw's question has the smile falling a small bit. Not because he doesn't want to talk about it, not because he doesn't want their help. It's just... Been a long time since he saw him, and he didn't want to make a name for himself off the foundation of his father — he was his own person, no matter what. "His name's —" The sentence ends as quickly as it had began. He finds himself looking up at a larger male, sharing his coat color and missing his markings (different eye color, larger mane) but he can still see the similarities. The biting at his lip only gets worse, and when he rocks this time, it's out of discomfort.

He's glad to see family, he is, but the name doesn't mean what it used to when he was younger. When he actually had something of a family, it meant exactly that. Now it means abandonment, so maybe if he doesn't get to know him, he won't care when he leaves. (Except B doesn't leave, does he? He's permanent, he stays. He doesn't let himself put too much hope in that.) "Yeah. He's Neptuneblue." His brother. Older brother, not someone from his litter (but he'd had full-blooded siblings his age, too — Mask doesn't question reality anymore). The lion's smile twists to something sad and bitter but not any less bright. "You're my big brother, huh?" Then it falls away entirely. There was a sick sense of amusement building in his chest, because he'd gone his entire life without knowing that Boywonder even existed, and surprise! fate says that they run into each other, rediscover that blood bond. He doesn't want to do anything with that, yet. "When was the last time you saw dad? Does he still visit you sometimes?"
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this is not the right account but why do you do this
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you killed me you jerk
that's illegal and you're right, you're not grounded. you're in jail.
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/ it was so satisfying to use my name in a post
+ fixed the thing wtf

B's a good kid too. Not much of a kid anymore, but he's good. Mask doesn't know whether or not he would say that about anyone carrying that surname (he wouldn't), but B's good. Maybe other people weren't so good. He knows that some of his siblings did some things, acted a certain way. So that really makes a mess of things, doesn't it? What if someone he's related to do something bad? Not that Mask knows too much about what's bad. Born in an anti-clan, lived in a plant cult, spent a few months making sure he didn't die, so what was bad? Was killing someone bad? What if they tried to kill you first? What about stealing? What if they had more than enough and you didn't have anything? There are so many questions that he can't answer. Is he looking for guidance? Would he find it here? His dad's not much of a compass — alcoholic, former drug addict, sleeping around with as many people as he did. Gone, most of the time.

He doesn't mind that Boywonder's doubting whether or not this is a good thing. Maybe he's doing the same thing, though part of him still just wants to just accept that this will be a good thing. He's a good person. B's good. The fact that he found a place here is... Enviable. Neither one of them are right. One is clinging on to the idea that he could find what he used to have, another has long since moved on. Both of those are fine. Both of them are coping, however badly they may be doing faring with that. Maskedpaw simply nods at his first statement, aureate gaze falling towards the ground. They're not the same, but they're close enough. What would have happened if he hadn't spent nine months knowing that his siblings were spread to the wind and he only had a dad — if he hadn't spent just as long not knowing his mother's name, or what she sounded like, or felt like, or just — what would have happened? He rocks back on his heels. Back, forward. Back, forward. "You know what it's like," he murmurs, not quite ready to look back up but managing it anyway, just for a second. Not ready to acknowledge whatever was happening.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that he hasn't seen much of their father either. Maybe some part of him had thought (hoped, how sick was that?) that maybe he was just the favorite or something. That there was still a chance of running into him. But no, the fact that he hasn't seen him either... It's not surprising. Hope had never done anything for him. "Didn't think so." His ears flick back, teeth worrying at his lip, rocking, rocking, rocking. It's not even that he's upset anymore, because can you really be upset about the absence of someone who you only knew for maybe half of your life? Probably less? Mask's expression twists, nose crinkling. "No," comes the slow admission, eyes still down. "A month old. At least. I was hoping he'd still be there, but —" It's dad, right?
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CURRENT NAME Maskedpaw
PREVIOUS NAMES Maskedcub
FUTURE NAME Maskedhero / villain / vigilante / motives
RESPONDS TO Mask, Masked, M

GENDER Cisgender Male
SEXUALITY UNKNOWN

AGE Physically 9 Months
AGING RATIO Realistically-ish
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[b]SPECIES African Lion
COLOR Cool Slate Black
PATTERN Solid
MARKINGS Faint white [color=white]Robin mask marking around his eyes.
EYE COLOR Bright Gold / Topaz
STRUCTURE Lean, on the slim side.
SCARS/INJURIES None
REFERENCES WORK IN PROGRESS

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POSITIVE TRAITS too lazy rn
NEUTRAL TRAITS im still p lazy
NEGATIVE TRAITS will do later

MBTI TYPE WIP

LIKES family, adrenaline, being read to, creating things
DISLIKES being ignored or alone, small spaces, bright red
PET PEEVES being ignored? chewing loudly, making fun of him

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PSYCHOLOGICAL HEALTH compared to the rest of my characters, great
PHOBIAS cockroaches
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