Posts by NightlyBeauty

Small body giving a few shivers from the sudden cold air he had been exposed to (or well, colder than the womb he had been sheltered in for more than half of his life looking on things now), the small dalmador would give a sniffle as he tried weakly to fight his way to an open teat. One could easily tell he was probably the runt of the litter, but at least at such a young age he was already starting to fight for his survival. Little did he know though that he would be surviving quite well, as he had been blessed with a rather caring set of parents who would make sure he would get the nourishment he needed to grow strong.

Weak legs carrying him to stand beside his brother, the young male would simply wait in silence as he held the same question as the other. After all, he had no idea what was going on. And what any of this stuff even was. Most of his early on life had mainly just been spent in the nursery growing, so he wasn't completely up to date with everything happening around them. Or everyone for that matter. That was mainly why upon exiting the nursery (although personally he saw it as getting kicked out), he had stuck close to family, not at all wanting to branch out.

Padding over quietly, the young two month old dalmador would make his way onto the scene. For once he was alone, a weird sight considering he never went anywhere without a close family member beside him. But he knew sooner or later he would need to break out of his comfort zone. He wasn't too sure about what he was doing though. And so far, he definitely wasn't comfortable with the actions he was taking. But this couldn't end badly, right? All he was doing was coming to get a task in which he would hopefully help out his clan for, right? "E-err.. C-could I have a t-task?" Alter would ask awkwardly, his stutter making it clear he was quite nervous about this. Oh hopefully this wouldn't go bad. Hopefully his request wouldn't get rejected. Oh dear he was even beginning to feel a bit lightheaded. Oh he just hoped this would end soon.

Uh.. What was going on here? The answer to that question wasn't quite something the young dalmador could decipher. After all, not only did he understand most of what happened in life yet, but also much at all about his clanmates. They were just so weird, so odd. He wasn't sure he liked it in all honesty. It really did make him stick out as well, after all. True, one might think sticking out was a good thing because it made you special, but Alter didn't want to be special. He just wanted to be some normal pup trying to survive in this world, nothing more.

Nervously approaching, the male would halt a short distance away, not wanting to get too close to the excited female. He didn't know her, so why should he go near her? There was simply no point, at least in his opinion. Perhaps someone with a more extroverted stance would, but he would certainly not.

Alter, being only two months old, wasn't really supposed to be outside of camp. And he certainly wasn't supposed to be all the way over on the border. Yet he had gotten driven out by the noise of camp, and although he hadn't meant to go far, he had managed to wander all the way over to the border. And would you look what he had found. A canine even younger than himself upon the border. Padding over to the younger pup, the dalmador would aim to nudge the other before laying down next to them, hoping to curl around the smaller body to give them warmth. Otherwise though, he was quite helpless in the situation.

Raising his head to look over at Kate as the other questioned what was going on, the male would think momentarily. He was sort of curious as to why the other wasn't mad at him for being outside of camp at such a young age, especially as it could very well be dangerous out here, but he decided not to ask about it in fear he might actually remind her to yell at and punish him. "I-I found her h-here, a-at the border" the dalmador would stutter nervously, quite honestly afraid of Kate's possible intentions. He knew she probably wouldn't harm the young canine, but that didn't mean she would act like this was normal either.

Slowly padding over to his father, Alter would seat himself in silence. Unlike many of his clanmates, the male hadn't even considered supporting Negan in his takeover. After all, the male wanted to turn Windclan into an anti-clan full of violence. And Alter most certainly did not support that. He wanted things to be peaceful, peaceful and safe, unlike how things were currently. No, it was all about fighting it seemed, and preparing for an unknown battle. Of course, he wasn't too aware of much as he had spent quite a bit of his time so far just hiding, but he knew enough to decide he didn't want anything to do with the current course of Windclan.

Had the small canine known his father had planned to stand up to Negan, the male would have probably tried to convince the other to do something else instead. It wasn't like he liked Negan or anything, he just couldn't stand the potential of someone in his family getting hurt.

"Y-you c-could have g-gotten hurt" the soft voice of the nervous canine would come as he approached his father. Sadly it seemed he no longer looked like either of them, which made him feel a bit outed in the whole family situation, but at least he was still blood related to them? Right? Or did it not work that way when you got a new body? Probably not. He was just some child with the same surname now, nothing really connecting him to his parents anymore.

The canine would venture near as the announcement was called for he and his clanmates to gather for some important news. The news however was something he hadn't been expecting to hear.. at all really. His father, demoted. Well, not completely demoted, but still brought down from their position as deputy, leaving the position open. Letting out a small sniffle, the dalmador pup would remain as silent as possible, not wanting to break the silence that seemed to rest all too peacefully now.

The small canine would pad over shakily to stand beside his brother Jules, hoping his father would understand that he too wished to have a task. Maybe it would be a bit more friendly to his selective mutism as well, considering the last one had been a 'not so much' situation for him.

A snack for the clan? That sounded pretty doable, if he stayed away from anything that required baking anyways. But he was sure there was something in their cookbook he would be able to do. After all not every dish required an oven, stovetop, or something that could do the small canine some harm. Nodding quickly, the shakey pup would quickly bound off towards home, happy he would get some time alone for a bit before having to interact with the clan again.

The small dalmador pup would approach nervously, unsure which section he belonged to. He was new, sort of, but not joiner new. Just like, new new, as in born new. Perhaps though, his father would know where he fit in. Hopefully, because he had no clue, and honestly the last thing he wanted to do was mess up and embarrass himself.

The small dalmador pup would pad over silently, unsure if he really wanted to take part or not. After all, he was still struggling a bit with things. One of his father's had been demoted, and shortly after had gone missing, and he wasn't even sure what his other father was doing right now. Probably still being possessed or something. Either way, he wished he were closer to the two, even if Attie did happen to be missing right now. Seating himself down near the slowly growing group, Alter decided for now he would simply keep quite and wait for someone to come to speak to him. If they even chose to anyways.

An idea rally? That certainly sounded interesting. He wasn't all that sure what would happen though. Did they just give ideas and they went through to be played out later, or did everyone have to agree to them first? It was all very confusing to him, and he wasn't too sure. That didn't mean Alter wasn't going to at least try and participate though. No, it was clear he really needed to start getting more social. It would be hard, but it was certainly a bit necessary living with all sorts of other creatures in close proximity. "H-how about a p-picnic?" the young dalmador would suggest, slowly turning up to the already plotting group. Perhaps that had been a stupid idea, it seemed everyone else was planning a ball, not some lame picnic. Perhaps he shouldn't of spoken after all..

So many lions. Was that just Windclan's thing? If so, the small dalmador pup felt rather left out. However, he wouldn't let that hold him down for too long. Padding over curiously, the shy male would momentarily look at the other as he prepared himself to speak to them. "N-name and business?" Alter would ask, repeating the phrase he heard others ask all the time. That was hopefully the right thing to say, and if not.. well he couldn't defend himself much if not.

NIGHTLYBEAUTY;;

It wasn't often that the young cheetah wandered near the clans that inhabited the area. Perhaps it was due to her unique color of fur which shone white instead of a savannah yellow, or maybe it was just due to the fact she wasn't exactly the most social of creatures to venture this planet. In reality, she wasn't too sure what she did happen to be. But then, she still had time to figure that out. She knew at this point she was rather old- as her own clan (the noblelands) no longer even stood it's own ground- yet she was still around regardless that fact. Of course though, she didn't like to let age get in the way of things.

Halting at the border (although she had already climbed the flight of stairs leading up to the top so she wouldn't have to awkwardly do that later), the cheetah would patiently seat herself. Surely someone would come to meet her here eventually and ask of her 'name and business', correct?

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