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Maverick didn't know where he belonged. Did he belong in ColouredClan where his mother once lead and resided? Did he follow her everywhere? Maybe he just needed to choose his own path, although it seemed that everywhere he went, he just didn't...belong.

Wherever the wind takes me...

The wolfdog would think to himself as he soared above the unfamiliar territory, the clouds whirling like a body of water through his fur. The cold air caused a chill to run down his spine and he fluffed his magnificent, white wings as he flew. Maverick saw a settlement up ahead and he peered at it to get a better look. It didn't look totally in shambles, so he could only assume that a clan lived here.

Maverick turned downward and dived towards the ground before landing swiftly on his tan paws. He sniffed and shook out his fur before folding his white wings. He glanced around, the strong clan scent filling his nostrils. Hopefully they're nice. That is, if they caught him. Maybe he could turn and exit the territory before someone found him and accused him of trespassing... which he wasn't. You couldn't really see borders from the sky, couldn't you?
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// mobile agh
+ ninja'd

Ah, a cat. He was always told to respect his clanmates as equals, no matter what they were. Even as a pup, however, he still couldn't suppress his natural instinct to chase cats. He was older, of course, so he matured and didn't do such things anymore. Still, whenever he saw a cat, a smile came to his face as memories of his childhood filled his head.
"Um... you're not an angel, are you?" "Hah, far from one." Maverick would chuckle. Albeit he wasn't evil or bad or anything, he still wasn't innocent nor angelic. Maverick noticed the tom's neutral expression, though he could see signs of discomfort. He could almost smell the nervousness hinted on him. He wondered why that would be, however. Had he never seen a winged animal before?

Next would be...what was that? It was a wolf but he was floating and looked transparent... like a ghost. "My question is, are you one?" Maverick directed it towards Whirlingpaw. Was he the only one seeing it? Maybe he was going nuts.

He glanced at the fox that appeared, laughing in a lighthearted manner, "Relax, grumps. I'm just a dog." Or part-dog, anyways. He was both.

Anyways, the wolfdog would add, "I'm Maverick Legend-Stark. Where am I, exactly?" It's not like he was looking for a specific clan. He had just seen the territory and landed in it unknowingly.
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Tracking!
Hello :0

Tracking

lmao it's totally fine! if anything, it boosts his ego pfft

and BITS *screeches*

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Maverick watched the scene, not knowing what to think. It was amusing to hear what Rowena said to Righthook, but at the same time he was acting like she was a murderer or something. "Looks like someone needs a drink to forget last night's events." He muttered with a small smile.
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The scarlet-colored feline left a different impression than the first cat. For a molly, she was pretty, well....pretty. She was acting flirty as well, which always went well with him. The wolfdog grinned before murmuring, "Why, thank you. I'll think about your offer." Maverick, though, wasn't one for one-night stands. He wasn't a male-whore, and he only went for females if he believed that a relationship could come from it. Flirting was always fun, however. No harm done.

He perked an ear and looked towards Righthook as he stated the clan name... and nothing else. He was pretty friendly, wasn't he? "Hmm, sounds familiar." Maverick muttered with a nod.

Benjamin, or Ben, seemed like a cool guy. Maverick grinned wide at his comment on his name. You can thank my mother for that. He didn't dwell on it for too long, however, as he didn't want to think about Primalsurge. "And it's nothing that I can't handle." He chuckled while giving another glance to Rowena. "Hey, nice to meet you two." Maverick's gaze scanned over the two medics before adding, "And..." Was he going to join? These people seemed nice enough. "...yes. I'm joining." DarkClan. Nice.
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whoops i just realized that this was also the plotting thread
does anybody want to plot/have threads w/ this guy?

ᴍᴏᴛʜɴᴏsᴇ wrote:

Maverick and Moth should have a thread XD

ROWENA ★ wrote:

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Ooooooh Row would love anyone that harvested organs!! She'd probably ask to buy them off him! xD Row and Maverick??

Any other row threads?
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Yes to both!
Who makes? I'm at school right now whoops

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mave and junk thread?? ;o;
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Yusssss, did you want to make it shall I? I'm still and school and wouldn't be able to rn

ᴍᴏᴛʜɴᴏsᴇ wrote:

I can make it if I have time, but I need a plotline!

Hope you get better Nyghty!

Hmmm, I suppose that they would be meeting for the first time. Maybe he gets stuck somewhere or he's working on his flying skills? Agh I'm so bad at these

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Hey there! This guy is open for plots c: His information/traits are in is tags below if you'e curious. He's basically open to anything besides death, killing, maim, capture, and litters (and i'm sorta eh on romance).
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Maverick was in the territory, working on his flight tactics. Of course he was. Anybody that knew Maverick also knew that he lived to fly. His wings were a blessing, he always said. He had only been really flying ever since apprenticeship, however, so he still had a bit to learn.

He skidded onto his paws clumsily, nearly falling over. His claws stopped him in the dirt, bits of it flying from his paws. Maverick pursed his lips and cursed under his breath, "Dammit." It was time to try again.

The wolfdog charged forward and extended his white wings before lifting off the ground and shooting into the sky swiftly. Nice....good form... Maverick thought to himself as he tried to hold himself together. He leaned back, his stomach to the sky as he looped backwards. Now! Maverick twisted his body so that by the time he landed, he was on his paws. He caught his breath, feeling accomplished. He knew that he had performed it right, now it was time to practice and perfect it.
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Maverick perked his ears at the sound of rummaging from down the hall. He swiftly followed the scent of the others and he arrived, gazing at the rotten and spoiled food strewn across the area. It didn't look like they would be eating breakfast tomorrow morning. "Who could've done this?" He questioned. If it was an enemy of DarkCan's then he wouldn't know about it, as he had just joined. In any other case, however, the culprit was unknown.
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// super rushed!!

He had stayed in DarkClan for a few days, but he supposed that it was time to move on. It was a small yet cool clan, really. He just didn't know if it was for him.

So, here Maverick found himself. He had landed on his paws, folding his wings before waiting for someone to come around. "Anybody home?" He was eager to meet the members of this clan.
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Maverick faced the cat, a smirk spreading across his maw. He saw that the younger male looked in amazement at him, probably because of his wings. His wings were what made him....him. They were his prized possessions. They were his main form of transport. He wouldn't be himself without them. "I was wondering if I could join, kid." Maverick said cooly.
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Huh, this kid was nice... for being in an anti-clan. Maybe he just wasn't exposed to the ruthlessness of living in a brutal can yet. Maybe, in time, he'd turn out like all the other murderers and sadists in the world. He, personally, didn't have many anti-clan tendencies. He certainly didn't want to torture, maim, or kill anyone unless it was out of defense. He didn't care about what clan he joined as long as he was allowed to fly.

Not wanting to think about that, however, Maverick would answer Orion, "The name's Maverick." He glanced at the wolf who approached them, expecting him to speak. He didn't. Huh. Maverick's grin faltered a little but nevertheless he would warmly say to Feliks, "Hey there."
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Maverick glanced down at the kitten who asked to touch his wings. Huh, were wings foreign to them? It seemed so. He would extended his wings before saying, "Sure thing. Just try not to ruffle the feathers." He took pride in keeping them well-groomed and straightened.

He looked to the fellow dog, who was in fact female. There was one thing that you needed to know about Mav: he flirted a lot. Anybody who looked about his age and appeared single was fair game to him. "Yeah, I do." Maverick said to Serclatona. "You have a beautiful name, Seraclatona. Does it mean anything?" The wolfdog raised an eyebrow slightly.
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