Posts by ASHBRINGER W. DARLING

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ashkit, having seen her mother arrive, glanced breifly at her paws, trying to figure out what to say. It was difficult, figuring out how to place each word together not only so that she could sound convincing but so that Blaise wouldn't end up as nothing more than a corpse on the border with beetles all over him. The thought made her shudder and, hesitantly, she looked back up.


    "Mommy, I want Blaise to be my mentor. I want to start protecting this clan," Ashkit's voice was rather stern, decisive in that it never wavered. They could leave out the "play" session they'd just had, that wasn't important, though Ashkit would be lying if she said she wasn't still just a tad bit out of breath. "Please, I can do it, I promise. I won't run around without your permission anymore, I'll grow up a little. It'll happen!"



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    "Woah, Sawyer!" Ashkit exclaimed, rushing between her mother's legs to butt into the group, what was new? She'd been too late to hear her mother's wise words about smarter vocabulary, but she did hear the words with recognition. Lots of Bloodclanners said them, but Ashkit had learned a good portion of their meanings simply by observation. Learning was still her thing, after all. "You forgot b*tch, hell, and like, twenty other ones I don't remember," the mischievous femme said with a wink, almost expecting a good lashing from her mother for that one.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ashpaw repeated the name in her head over and over again. Ashpaw. Ashpaw. Ashpaw. Her mother had already known her acceptance the moment she was cleared for the title. The cheetah, however, didn't really know what to say. She'd expected a no, known that was what it was going to be, but that no never came, it was never uttered. Her gaze, confused but excited, burned brighter than ever. It was official. She was an apprentice. Now there was no reason for her to ever say she was bored again. The lace choker around her neck jingled as she nodded, shivering a bit in anticipation, to both her mother and Evangeline to second their notion.


    "Of course, I accept," the young cheetah said, sounding more mature than when previously having spoken. "I'll do my best, I promise." The very best, she thought. Ashpaw wouldn't let her clan down. She couldn't.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ah, even coming to the border felt a little different now. A title could do so much, but now that the title was officially hers, an apprentice, the wildcat knew she'd have to live up to it and start helping again. It wasn't necessarily a problem, greeting joiners, but there was still a sense of lead in her paws when approaching the corpses. Time heals all wounds, she assumed. "Welcome to Bloodclan," the smooth voiced cheetah greeted, her silvery fur swaying a bit in the wind as she approached the newcomer and her mentor. "I'm Ashpaw Warfare-Darling." Her reindeer antlers were probably a little bright with all of their flashing lights, so she reached up to power them off, a little embarrassed that she'd forgotten to do so earlier. Wasting all the battery would be such a tragedy before Christmas began.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Returning or new, Ashpaw knew each new member was welcomed, and though she'd been down and out for a little bit, the young Darling also knew that it would be in her best interest to get out and meet them. Given that winter had started the day prior, even the typically mild air of Bloodclan was starting to chill. Her shirt fur didn't welcome it, no matter what caliber the cold came in, so she hunkered down, long legs pulling her over eventually. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ashpaw," came the femme, the bells on her choker jingling in a festive way. "Sabre is a really pretty name. Where do you come from, miss?" Ash's inquisitive nature, no matter how old she was getting, didn't ever seem to want to end.



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    Mother daughter hunting thread? :>



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    Her antlers? Oh jeez, she'd slept since then. "I uh... oh! I swiped them from an exiler on accident. They were really mean and I just kind of... well... hit them in the face. And took their antlers." She didn't mention that it had been the velcro to stick to her paws and stay with her, but oh well. There was no telling where the antlers actually came from. All she knew was that they were cute and they now lit up thanks to her present for Dis. Hoping her answer was satisfactory, the young Bloodclanner fell silent and reclined on her haunches, observing the newcomer like he might be the most interesting thing in the world. Temujin. Heh. Cool name, and he was so comfortable here, too.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]All her presents were wrapped, well, all three of them, that was. She'd initially wanted to get gifts for everyone, but Bloodclan was growing by the day and leaving people out now was inevitable. Having transitioned now from the nursery to her real, official den, Ashpaw had laid each gift out under a tiny branch protruding from the side of the wall of the cave, finding it suiting considering her lack of strength to actually be able to haul a shrub or tree into her home. Making sure her antlers were satisfactory upon her head, lighting up in shades of green and red, the newly appointed apprentice tool off from her room and ambled down the pathway out to the shrub land.


    It was a pretty day, in her opinion. Even before Christmas, the air was mild, not too cold per say but just enough to make her skin prickle and her silver fur stick up on end to trap warmth in. Her claws pierced the soft earth due to the moisture accumulated in it, and absentmindedly, she rose her paws a little higher when she walked because of such. Her and Blaise's training hadn't really began yet, and she was bored, feeling no importance to sitting around idly.


    "Anyone want to go do something? It's almost Christmas and I think we ought to have a bit of fun," the wildcat droned, flicking her round black and grey ears.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Well, she had an idea, but, it would take a bit of people, especially considering she wasn't powerful or experienced for that matter. Not travelling had bored her to tears, but now that she had some wiggle room around the whole young members rules, no leaving, no fighting, etcetera, the cheetah grinned a rather devious grin. "How about we go and raid other clan's Christmas stuff? That way we could bring it back and look ultra festive?" Ashpaw looked expectantly at her leader, knowing well if Evangeline said yes, not only would her mother worry to death, she'd have to fish out her scythe in case things got nasty. All in good practice though, she figured.



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    tracking for now because my muse is terrible



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    ^^ this little excited puffball needs friends and interactions and lots of candy and hugs, okay?


    Ashpaw is open for everything basically, except for death and maiming. Heck she may even develop some cute puppy love, who knows. Right now she's really a blank slate :')



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]ah, don't worry, Ash's about as much of a princess as she is a piece of bologna, she just likes to think that way <3 she's just one of those little girls with delusions of grandeur. I've just never played a character like that so I thought I'd try it out



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    I believe it is more of a pet name, or a title. Ash isn't a literal princess, but being the daughter of a leader does lend a hand in the conception of the term 'princess'.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]What clan? Well... crap. She hadn't really thought about that. Mulling some things over, the femme kneaded her paws into the ground, calculating their options. Sunclan was out because, well, there would likely be more casualties than needed. That left some weaker clans, not Windclan, they were massive--


    "Um, let's do Riverclan," Ashpaw ultimately decided, realizing they had been so quiet that she'd almost forgot they existed. There were so many clans today, she just couldn't keep them all fresh on her mind. Offering a small look to Blaise to wait for his approval, she'd fall silent again, trying to remember where she'd left her hook


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]A visit from a family member on Christmas. It was almost storybook like, except for Ashpaw, bearing her red and green flashing stuffed antlers, had no idea who Breakdance was when she arrived at the border. The only inkling she might of had as to where the large wildcat had come from was her familiar scent, like her father's, but she pushed that aside as mere assumption. Her nose wasn't all that keen yet, anyways.


    "Hello, miss," the still maturing child greeted, lengthy legs pulling her forward at a rather leisurely pace. Today was the day she'd been waiting for, and it would sure be a terrible shame if she wasn't peppy for it. "I'm Ashpaw Warfare-Darling. What can Bloodclan do for you," Ashpaw echoed Sadramida, offering the stranger and her unfamiliar clanmates both a pleasant smile.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]So her idea of gift giving had kind of fallen through. Not only had some of her gifts spoiled in their boxes (she really hadn't figured food would do that, but oh well) and those boxes had to be thrown away, there was only one present left underneath her makeshift tree, a special one. It's glittery pink bow atop pink wrapping paper was so bright it rivaled Ashpaw's adorable Christmas decorations on her head. Today was the day, but she'd yet to actually go and get her gifts from Santa Claws. The cheetah carefully picked up the box by the ribbon, latching onto it with her needle teeth and proceeding out from her den. Her mother always seemed to be around fairly close when she called. Given the way the caves echoed, as well, it was likely she'd hear her. Well, she could only hope.


    After a little walking, the cheetah plopped down and sighed, tossing the small box onto the ground with a gentle bat of her paws. She'd really hyped Christmas up and now-- well, it almost felt empty. Perhaps it was her own fault, having been so excited for so long, but she wouldn't admit that aloud. No. The young Bloodclanner would appear happy if nothing else. "Mommy," she called, shrill voice dulled by the aging agents time brought on. Her height was truly starting to show each day, her features become more and more like Amour's despite her varied pelt colors. "I have a gift for you."


    (There's a sapphire pendant on a golden chain in the box Amour can wear as a necklace or bracelet if she wants to go ahead and open it)



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ah, the day was upon them, wasn't it? Ashpaw's cry of Christmas could be heard all the way from her den as she got to her paws, brisky shaking sleepiness to race and find her mother. What had Santa Claws brought her? What had her mommy got her? The excitement was endless, as was the grin that grew upon the cheetah's face as she stumbled among the NPCs and fresh kill, desperately trying to find her name on a box. And that's when she saw it, beckoning her, hidden behind some of the others'. It's green hue was unmistakable. Plopping down, the child began to dig in the box, having sliced open the ribbon and bow with a careful, ebony claw. The rabbit's foot was the first thing she saw, confusing her. What the hell was that supposed to be? Considering she thought it was cute and rather fuzzy, Ashpaw clasped it firmly onto her choker, using it as a kind of pendant, before removing it from her mind. What else was there... ah! So many shiny things, but the snow globe caught her eye. It was a polar bear, a certain polar bear. The time her mother had recited the story of Santa Claus was a favorite memory of her's indeed. All of the gifts made her a little... teary eyed, to say the least. They were just so perfect. So her. Giving the much older cheetah a nod of approval, Ashpaw tried her hardest to seem mature, but in the end aimed to barrel into her mother for a hug. "Thanks, mommy!"



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ashpaw's ears twisted at the sound of struggle the grunt made, raspy voice something she wasn't familiar with, nor could she identify the source by looking around alone. Having come from a different direction than Brokenarrow, the silver wildcat's paws stood from a varying view point, her ice blue gaze narrowed ever so slightly against the rays of the tropical sun. Ill intent wasn't something the first tier harbored frequently, though the way this guy spoke, he was so careless, flustered. Ash wondered briefly what he wanted, though he didn't seem outright harmful.


    Clearing her throat, the long legged feline took a few steps closer, observing the other's strange attire: a bandana, a necklace. He seemed almost to be trying to hard, in her opinion, but the vulgar words sold him short on that. "So why are you on Bloodclan territory?" Ashpaw inquired, offering no real sympathy in her voice other than curiosity.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]@ Victoria: stalker Ashpaw is perfect! They can definitely have a thread. She's just a curious little butt so that sounds good. You want to set up the thread?


    blaise : that sounds awesome and as a result maybe she can get all freaking jealous, home all grudge on Blaise's crush, Myriani, and then go out with Angelicpaw as a result? Yay, drama <3 haha. You want to set them up a training thread?


    @Angelicpaw: that sounds awesome! I'll set them up a thread after all goes down with Blaise!


    november : sure! Can you make?


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