Posts by Altopass

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]What should I do? What if they hate? They'llhatemeIknowit.

The poor kid was having a break down at the border crying. He just came here because a lot of the people in SkyClan scared him. Keep in mind they were actually all nice people, but Ren was timid as hell. Whenever someone rose their voice, the feline would cower in fear. I wanna play baseball, b-but. They're going to attack me! At this point he was a crying mess, snifling, and his mouth was dribbling. Not a pretty sight. He had brought his metal bat with him and a baseball, hoping someone would pitch to him.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The sudden voice addressing him scared him out of his wits. The feline jumped in the shooting up into the sky, fur bristling, hat flying off his head. "GUYAA!" The feline yelled as he jumped. When Ren made it back to the ground, he landed flat on his face, with an audible smack. Slowly he rose to his paws, his red crying face could be seen. Nose bleeding slightly from the fall. "Y-ye-yes." The feline squeaked.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]W-What? B-B-Blood?! The lad brought his paw to his nose, feeling the liquid. Yep, he was bleeding. "N-no? Well I don't think so? Maybe? Ahh, what am I going to tell mom!?" The boy burst into another fit of tears, honestly this kid was a crybaby. I just wanted to practice my batting skills. His ears perked at medic. The feline rushed to her side with a goofy face and tears streaming down his face. "R-really!? You'll help me?" Then another voice could be heard. Fur rose, clearly startled. It was like the lad was frozen in fear, which he was. Honestly, Ren was very easy to frighten and it didn't help he was timid. "Mihashi Ren Fujioka, apprentice of Skyclan." For once he was able to say a sentence without stuttering. "People just call me Ren."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Uwha! Oh yeah, she's only trying to help me. "Umm, I wanted someone to throw me some baseballs, so I can hit them.." The apprentice sheepishly responded, holding the metal bat. "N-no. I'm just here to visit, I don't know about joining yet." They responded nervously, evident from their fidgeting. It was strange to have someone cleaning his nose, but he supposed it was normal for a medic. "SkyClan is fine, but things are moving slow. I just arrived their to meet my mother, so I don't know that much."

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 460px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 98%; text-align: justify;]| MIHASHI REN FUJIOKA |

---

name Mihashi Ren Fujioka
gender Agender
sexuality asexual
romantic orientation greyromantic

---

appearence

personality

---

other

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]//Didn't think anyone was going to recognize him

The new voice startled him, evident by the fur on end. "H-hi." They could only mustered. Unlike the other kitten he was a bit older being a five moons, but she was far more energetic. Friendly too, unlike him. He was always scared, timid, and soft spoken. While her fur was long, his was short. Both of them could pass as siblings, which was funny. Some individuals looked alike, but weren't necessarily blood related. "N-n-nice to meet you Daydreamkit." His voice faltered as he tried to greet, but it was hard to. Normally others would introduce him others.

Where are Lily and Maurice? Ren didn't understand what he was supposed to be looking at, since he couldn't see anything. Daydreamkit just pointed to air. Maybe she saw something, or he was getting blind? For now, Ren decided to just play along out of fear and confusion. "Hello.." They answered waving their paw in greeting, although they had no idea where they were supposed to wave it. Perhaps he looked like an idiot?

Ren nearly jumped again at a monotone voice. Although they were blood related to the strange woman, he didn't know what she looked like or acted like. She was his mother, yes, but that didn't mean they were close. Does she know me? It was hard to tell from Mei's blank facial expression and they way the held themselves.

In a sense he knew she had abandoned him. Right after birth she left without a trace, leaving him to survive all on his own. Of course, growing up without a mother is not the worst thing, but it would have been nice to have her as emotional support. "Umm.. I wanted to just meet you.." Their voice and resolve began to waver. Why did I come here?

The exchange between mother and son was tense and awkward. "H-how have you been, mom?" The word mom barely above a whisper.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify] He turned his head to view the feline. "Yes! Although I'm not any good at it.." At bating, if we were being honest, he sucked. Pitching Ren showed tremendous talent. However, being degraded about his skill and bullied caused him to think otherwise. The feline swore never to pitch again, unless drastic measures had risen. Although he did practice pitching in secret. "H-how's WindClan?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Superhero? Isn't that.. Okay, I shouldn't judge him. "H-hello." They nodded in confirmation at his name. "Nice to meet you Superhero." He didn't really have anything else to say, so he focused his attention on his mother.

To be honest she was completely out of the picture. His father told him as soon as he was born, she left without a trace. His father was a nice man, but couldn't find the time to spend ever second with his son. Ren had been raised by another queen, who they thought was their mother for a short while. Eventually he was told that she was not his mother. His father had told him her name, but never spoke of how she looked like.

When they had asked their father of her whereabouts he gave him tons of areas. However, it didn't help. It seemed his mother was always on the move. They went from clan to clan in order to look for her, but never stopped to consider what to speak about when he met her. This was why things were awkward for him. It wasn't helping that she was stoic, and frightening.

He tensed when she asked him, if he had been raised properly. "Y-Yeah. A nursing queen helped raise me, only for the time I needed milk. From there father looked after me." Hopefully Mei didn't take offense to another female raising him for a certain period of time, but without her he would have died. it's not like his dad could provide him milk. "Umm. U-uh. Is there anything you would like to say. I came looking for you, but never though of anything to say.." With the last statement he panicked. "Y-you don't have to say anything! You just met me, so.. Ah what am I doing? Wait no! AH! Sorry!"

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;line-height:110%;text-align:justify;font-size:10.7px;font-family:verdana;]Just as he had told the others, well a selected few that he would do this, he had come in his own body. The process had been painful for Victoria, seeing as he just literally separated them. His crimson orbs traveled to view his future self, Victoria, who laid on the ground groaning. It was amusing to see her twist in pain and grit her teeth. It was noon, the perfect time to do this. Claus had only a few moments, but would have to make do. Sucks it has to be this way huh? Oh well, it was my mistake for thinking you'd answer me.

"You know all this could have been avoided Victoria, if you told the others who we were." He told the feline. Both of them were felines, but Claus was different. His pelt and hair color contrasting with Victoria's. "I want you to tell me why, you changed us. Our name, our gender, our everything. We are the prince of our country, but you took on another identity. Why is that?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]Let me track this while I make a joining thread. Although I think an introduction is better because he's Adderstar's half sibling.

Like the idea of awards and spreading conflict. Sorry, if I 'm not giving great suggestions, as I just got here.

[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]They had been here for thirty long moons, but never seemed to be acknowledged by his half sister Adderstar. At birth the two of them didn't get along, even as they grew older. He wanted to care for her as a brother should, but she would always push him away. Even when they congratulated her when she became leader. They were met with the cold shoulder. It had hurt, but he pushed all of it aside smiling gently at her.

Call it foolhardy, but he understood why she hated him. He was never supposed to exist, but here he was breathing. Alive, thriving. Thrushpelt had to throw aside his feelings of denial in order to be the sane warrior everyone thought he was. At first he had been rash as a child, but over time he turned a new leaf.

No longer were they making terrible decisions, now he was calm and patient. Quite a one eighty, if anyone dared to remember how he was before.

For now, the warrior exited the warriors den. Another day, another tedious one at that. Hopefully no trouble irises today, but the likely hood of that is low. Ah, why can't we all have a nice chat one day, and end this foolish turf war.

"Has anyone arranged any patrols recently?" They had asked the nearest member. If not they would go out to hunt for the clan, as it was his duty to do so. Most would call it boring, but if you thought about it a warrior did many things others would not realize. protecting the clan, training the youth, helping the community, and paving the way for newer generations to come.

[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]So the youth finally arise. To think that soon a couple of them would be apprentices soon, hmm. What a joyous occasion. Thrushpelt hadn't eaten yet, as he normally waited for the elderly and the young to eat. It had felt wrong to eat before everyone else had. They could easily find and bring back prey to camp, since he was fit enough to do so.

It was nice to see the kits move about in the snow. (No he was not a pedophile, he just liked children in general). The warrior slowly rose to his paws, as he approached the group of children. "Don't go off causing trouble now, you wouldn't want others to worry."

Then he saw Breezepaw. She wasn't his apprentice, but she had some duties to attend around the clan. Given the fact she was able to explore outside a little more, and was given more leeway. We are running kind of low on prey as of late. Maybe I should arrange a hunting party one of these passing days?

He noticed her demeanor, and so decided not to converse with her. Besides, he had no reason to speak with her.

[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]Why not have a sickness that goes around in camp, which greatly affects kits and the elderly? With the limited resources the clan will struggle to find ways to make sure none of the children or elderly die?

Then the clan gets hit with the rockslide, which causes the clan to go into total chaos? Having to rebuild the camp, making sure the others are okay, stocking food, and herbs. The only problem is that the kits and elderly are still sick, and so the warriors rush to fix the problem as soon as possible. Meaning, some of them along with apprentice who are well enough end up sleep deprived and tired.

I'm just throwing this out there

[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]Just as they were about to respond, they had turned their heads to face a kit. A kit they had not yet met. Ah, a little jester. Amusing nevertheless. Thrushpelt couldn't find it in himself to be angry at the child, as they meant no harm. With a gentle smile strewn across his face, he responded "Who would have though a kit snuck on patrols? Hmm. Maybe I'll report this to Adderstar." It was evident that he was lying, since his face was not serious at all. It still bore the same smile. "How are you doing little one? Are you cold, or hungry?"

[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -.2px]For me Christmas isn't until 2 hours and fifty minutes, so like three basically

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]I would suggest something, but my brain is fried. rip, but I still wanna plot

[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -.2px]Timezone struggles

I have no idea what to do with this guy.

Except I feel like just spamming Tc with new thread, but no one knows him. I cry every time

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]Friends with Thrush, because he's Adderstar's half sibling.

Maybe she knows how he feels about her giving him the cold shoulder? I don't even know to be honest. What am I doing?

[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -.2px]That's me with every character tbh, and this is my first time playing trad. How does one switch from ext and other groups to trad?

I might actually spam TC with new threads, b/c I'm that museful

Already got plot for this guy, in a matter of a minute. How?