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Rudy sniffed before lifting his eyes -- or eye -- to Sango. He sulked and threw an orange rose to the floor. Roses grew from Duncan's antlers, and he had managed to snap one off before fleeing. "It was *cough* a RiverClanner..." He felt pain even as he said it. He didn't want fighting or war right now. He wanted to rest and be at peace. Fighting surely wouldn't ease his mental state.
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It had just been a simple stroll, a simple walk. What did he find? An unconscious dog-thing was laying on the floor. It didn't look like he was dead, so he wondered what had happened to him. "Uhh..." Rudy was unsure of what to do in this situation. "Hallo?"
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Rudy stared in amazement at the sha-creature. She was bigger than him and held uncommon patterns and colors and accessories. Looking at himself, now, he looked rather... bland.
He stood across from her. Why were a lot of older members coming back all of a sudden? Having a bigger clan was good but it was also overwhelming at times. "Ah, okay. Velcome back." The German canine said before adding, "I'm Rudy. Vat is your name?"
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Rudy, sitting on the sides of the camp, looked up once Woodenkit asked what a dad was. He tilted his head, wondering how she didn't know what a father was. He didn't even have one himself but he still knew that others had one. "Vell, um, they are one of your parents. A boy parent." Rudy thought, not knowing what else to say. "They help raise you..." He blinked before muttering, "...sometimes." His father certainly didn't. He didn't even know his dad. What could he say about dads if he himself didn't have one?
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// OMG IT'S PIXELRudy arched a brow. Why were all of these old members coming back? It's not like it was bad, but he had always grown up with these familiar faces (Sango, Caligula, Radioactiveplague, Fayina, Aleksander, Eden, etc.) He felt like he needed to get to know more people now that ShadowClan was growing bigger.
"Uh, hallo. I'm Rudy." Rudy blinked before adding, "Nice to have you back."
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"It's... okay." Rudy murmured, wincing as his eye throbbed. He sat down, blinking as Woodenkit suggested actions. He was relieved when Radioactiveplague came along, however, and he sat as the blood was dabbed away. "He was really big and scary, I think he was a wolf." A direwolf, to be exact. "He was black and he had antlers with roses growing on them. I took one." Rudy gestured to the orange rose lying upon the ground.
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// rushedAs Rudy attempted to cover his nose to avoid smelling the vile scent, he agreed with Koda. "Ja, it's getting worse!" He whined.
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guuys guys can we just look aT RUDY'S GLO-UP (aka puberty)
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rudy isn't a little boi anymore -
i don't think i'll put it all in one thread because idk if i wanna be realistic or not
i think his voice will just be a little deeperAND OKAY BUT SHE'S STILL OLDER THAN HIM
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Og based off of Rudy Steiner
But I mean like I don't want him to be 20 moons old with a kid fcor maybe I can... -
Ditto about the badges!
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Coming up beside Phantomcries, Rudy would gaze at the newcomer with bright eyes in a track post.
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Rudy didn't know anybody here (save for Air Catcher whom he had met earlier), which was uncommon for him. He knew everyone, didn't he? Maybe recent events had made him less sociable lately. "I'm Rudy." He was a little confused. Was Lucien the one talking? Was Lucien someone else? He was used to everyone speaking in first-person, he supposed.
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Rudy wrinkled his nose at the scent of alcohol, a scent that he didn't smell often but was familiar with. "Ah, I'll pass. I don't think I can have any." It was general rule that alcohol for adults, right?
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"Huh," Rudy smirked as he padded forward. "You sure know how to organize things, Saumensch." He commented before adding, "I'll do it."// Older or new?: Older, I suppose
Character name: Rudy
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Rudy would've usually gone out for a territory stroll to clear his thoughts, but due to the overwhelming stench of the boneyard, he decided to walk throughout the shadows of the stony temple. The dog scented the air, the untouched walls of a part of the temple intriguing him. Who lived here before? What history did these walls hold?As he stared into an empty section, a dull, blue light appeared seemingly out of nowhere and swelled bigger until it reached from the ceiling to the floor. A silhouette stepped into the light; a large animal. It was a well-aged lion with a humongous mane and a golden glow to it. Rudy, startled, took a step backwards and questioned, "Wh...who are you? Vat do you want?"
The lion gave a soft smile and stepped forward, his eyes warm and somewhat comforting. "You've grown so much, my son." His deep and godly voice greeted. Rudy lowered his tail and parted his jaw in surprise. "D... D-dad?" He had never met his father, nor did he know what he looked like. Why was he a lion? Where had he been all this time? Dead, apparently... He gulped before listening to his father.
"Yes. I am Dieterich Steiner." The lion rumbled, looking down upon the canine. Rudy's eyes widened, coming to the realization that his biological name must've been Rudy Steiner. "Troubling times have fallen upon your clan, Rudy, but just know that you are not alone." His booming voice told him.
The lion closed his eyes before summoning a pristine and shining silver sword with a beautifully-crafted golden grip. "Take this, wield it with pride." It floated downward until it laid in front of Rudy's paws. Rudy stared wide-eyed at the gift before looking back to his father. "Defend your family, your clan, and your honor."
Rudy gulped and ran a paw over the smooth surface of the blade. He had never had a weapon of his own before, but he would be sure to take good care of this one. "I... thank you--" He trailed off, realizing that the light and figure of the lion was fading into the shadows. "Wait!" Rudy barked, rushing forward, but it was too late. The godly male was gone.
Rudy frowned with disappointment. He had so many questions to ask him! Why did he have to leave so soon?
The Labrador Retriever stepped back and looked down at the sword. He took it into his jaws and stumbled as it weighed him down a bit. This would need some getting used to.
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Didn't they just have one recently? Maybe he was getting lost in time. He made his way over and gathered, gazing up at Fayina.
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Yeahhhh I'll tell you when
I think I'll wait and see if there's any conflict with RiverClan (or any other clan) first