Posts by NINEPAW.
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Oh, Great Spirits, how did he end up here? He had just been swimming along the shoreline when suddenly a mass of tangles and wires encased him, making him unable to move. A short while later, he washed up onto the shore, trying desperately to free himself. The Orca calf tried to move his fins, he groaned in effort. If he didn't get back into the water soon, he'd dry up and perish!He panted, tasting the air around him. There were others, but they weren't in view. Maybe he could talk to them! "Somebody, please help me!" Makanu would plead telepathically to anybody nearby. "I'm on the beach, caught in something."
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Makanu's small eye shifted towards Queenie, a dog wearing something upon her head. He would usually be very cheery and say hi, but he was feeling weakened right now. He was disappointed that she couldn't help him, but he would say anyways, "My name is..." The Orca paused, wheezing as a small spray of water shot out of his blowhole. "...Makanu."Once help arrived, a fox and a cat and a stag, Makanu would be given a sense of hope. They were strong, right? They could help him! "...Thanks!" He weakly smiled as they tried to cut open the wires.
Deciding that it would be best to "pull his own weight", he used all of his strength to wriggle his fins onto the cut netting. With their efforts and his last bit of strength, a section of the wiring cut free. "I think that did it!" Makanu sent telepathically to them.The wires had been cut, yes, but now he couldn't wriggle completely out of it and he couldn't roll himself into the water. Hopefully he wasn't giving them too much trouble.
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TRAAACK
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Dude I'm gonna get diabetes tomorrow
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// whoops, my bad!Makanu sighed in relief and sent, "Thank you, all of you!" He didn't expect so many to turn out just to help him out. As the nets were pulled away, he would frown and answer Duncan, "I don't think I can." He didn't expect them to have enough strength, either. He was just too big.
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Where the hell was he?The black wolf was wondering onto the beach, folding his ears and making a sick-face as his paws sank into the black sand. He lifted a paw, the sopping and grainy mess dripping with each step. "What is this? Sh*t?" Ringo exclaimed, though he knew he was only talking to himself. Nobody was out here, and he wasn't surprised. It was salty, damp, and smelled like fish. This must've been the ocean.
Ringo gazed off across the water, heaving a sigh. Maybe he should just turn around and take the forest path. He wasn't going to make it anywhere at this rate.
// at school rip
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// still at school :^)Ringo glanced up at Caroline, unamused and irritated that someone had to come by and see him like this. He should've known that someone lived here. He responded, "No, but can you tell me what this stuff is? I swear to god if it's quicksand..." The wolf shook his head, taking his paws out of the sand and placing it in another spot.
Ringo flicked his ears back as she started the whole "name and business" drawl. There was no end to it, was there? He could be near-death after being brutally attacked by badgers and he would still be asked his "name and business". Why did it matter? Did it look like he was here on purpose? "Richie. Ringo. Whatever you want to call me." He sighed. "And... I don't know. I guess I want to stay here. I've been looking for a clan for a while." Another clan, that was. He had left his old one.The wolf glanced at the winged tom cat but said nothing. He must've held himself pretty high up with those damn wings. He had to admit that he was jealous of those with wings; it got tiring staying on the ground.
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God, he hated this. He hated this.Here Ninepaw was thrown into a strange clan with strange people that he honestly didn't want to spend his energy on getting accustomed to. This wasn't fair. Why couldn't he just live on his own, somewhere? At one point, he had just felt like curling up in the snow to freeze to death. Would he actually go through with it? No, but it sounded better than living in a new place.
The young tiger, barely-turned an apprentice, sat on the sidelines of the main camp. He stayed out of the open and leaning towards the shadows. Was he anti-social? Not exactly, but he just didn't know anyone and he wasn't one to run up to someone and introduce himself. He was too bitter about the situation to think positively, anyways.
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// rushed!Ninepaw flicked his rounded ears back, noticeably shrinking back a little to avoid the scolding of Phantom. He avoided his gaze for a second, his mind screaming "F*CK OFF!". The tiger wasn't one to start anything though, so he decided against saying that. "I... don't know what to do..." Ninepaw mumbled. While it was more of an excuse than anything, it still held some truth. He didn't know how to do apprentice duties, as this was one of the first days of actually being one. Without family or friends to show him the ropes, he was left clueless.
He looked up at Sleeplesscity, amber gaze seemingly burning into the male. He had heard that he was related to him somehow, but he forgot. It wasn't like he was listening. "Ninepaw." The tiger replied briefly.
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Attempting to talk to Phantom as if he were his actual father didn't seem possible at the moment. He was his leader, and only his leader. Ninepaw gazed at the wolf, his eyes narrowing into a vague glare, and he huffed, "I... I dunno. I just want to sit here."With that, Ninepaw would spin around and take a few paces forward before plopping down again, looking at the ground and only the ground.
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Ninepaw had appeared from the side of the statue, appearing hidden and concealed while he tried to figure out what the heck Phantom was doing. He flicked a rounded ear, listening to his words, and arched a brow. Was he talking to a statue? Seriously?The young tiger revealed himself, padding out from his hiding place. "You're not talking to anyone." Ninepaw stated in a monotonous, flat tone. He realized that, right?
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The young tiger had been observing the creature for a few minutes. It ran on two legs and had strange coloring and patterns, yet it resembled a crocodile. He didn't smell familiar, however, so he could assume that this was an outsider.Ninepaw rose from his hiding spot and took a step towards Totodile, amber eyes narrowing. "What are you?" Was the only thing that came out of his mouth, his tone flat and almost uninterested, though that was the case. He wanted to know what it was and if it posed a threat.
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Hey guys! Does anybody want to plot with Ninepaw? He's open to anything but: maim, kill, capture, torture, or litters. He's a little hard to get close to at the moment, since he's stand-offish towards everyone, but if developed in the roleplay then he can be a good friend.
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Tracking
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Ninepaw thought that this was a strange phenomenon. He wasn't used to seeing powers in action, so he was naturally startled. He kept calm, however, and would snort, "The hell?"
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Ninepaw gathered in a track post.
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Ninepaw was sitting on the sides of camp, looking around. He was bored, of course, and didn't desire to do anything else. He wished that he had his drum kit with him. If he had that stupid conjuration power then maybe he could've brought it along with him, but it was left in his old home. He, unfortunately, was too small to carry all of the parts to the Foundation.
That was one of the reasons why he was in an irritable mood ever since he arrived here. He couldn't do what he loved. Drumming was his outlet; yes, you could hit things and release pent up feelings and energy, but he could also get creative. He could improve his stamina and knowledge on music, also something he was passionate about.
The tiger gulped and brought out his pair of drumsticks from his quarters. He also brought his book full of notes and sheet-music. He took a seat in a secluded part of the cave and moved to flip open a page of the book, but he paused and decided against it. He could do this on his own. Ninepaw held the two oak drumsticks in his large paws and rested the tips against a flat rock. It was no practice pad, but it worked.
Ninepaw tried to remember all of his warm ups. Singles. He simply hit one drumstick against the rock in an orderly fashion eight times, or one measure, before switching paws. He took it slow at first, but then built it up. It was always a goal to go as fast as you could.
He moved on to doubles, paradiddles, triplets, and finally the strokes. The strokes always took more concentration. Ninepaw proceeded.
Nine-stroke roll.
Right right, left left, right right, left left, right. Left left, right right, left left, right right, left.
Ninepaw fell almost into a trance. Once he fell into the warm-up and was on a streak, he couldn't stop performing it. He wanted to keep this up for as long as he could.
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