Posts by chestnutbc

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Over the year that he had lived, he had been travelling. He had seen so many great sights for such a young elk. He had become acquainted with the world and all its creatures. Towards the end of his journey, he had visited five clans, wanting to settle down, but they were never the perfect fit. Either he was bombarded with over-friendliness (which he, being the loner he was, did not take a fancy to), or others didn't appreciate his nature, leaving him discouraged and leaving another potential home.
Recently, he had caught wind of a clan of floating islands, and the elk was sure this was the one. They were named BlizzardClan. Right now, he was approaching the stone stairway that lead to the islands, his face calm and collected, though his heart was thumping out of his chest.
His antlers donned a thin layer of snow from his trek to BlizzardClan. He was a sight to see if one were to pass by. Well, if it weren't for his runny nose and bloodshot eyes, he would look a magnitude more majestic.
The elk bull clopped his large hoof onto the first step a few times, as if to knock, and waited patiently, sniffling.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Chestnut was not the social type, but he figured some acquaintances could be nice. It's always good to have a great reputation as well. The elk clip-clopped to the group, shaking snow off of his antlers and smoothing his neck fur.
"Hello. My name is Chestnut. Pleasure to meet you all," He greeted the group in his soft, north mid-western american accented voice.
// hello! my name is escapade, and i've been on and off this site for about four or so years. (wow, that's a lot!) i'm quite busy and i am also an expert at forgetting passwords cx i only play chestnut at the moment but may have a character in traditional roleplay soon. i'm so excited to be back and hope to stay this time... lol}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{He had seen many walks of life in his travels, so it wasn't unusual for him to see a colored canine. The elk was, however, extremely ecstatic to see a BlizzardClanner and hear the words 'Name and business,' even if his face didn't show it.
He nodded respectfully to his potential clanmate. "Greetings. My name is Chestnut, and I need a place to stay. Could you possibly be of assistance?" His voice was soft and deep, and he sounded like a person from Minnesota with his accent. He sniffled once more, feeling slightly embarrassed at the state he was in. He was guessing he had a cold, but he would worry about that later.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Chestnut found comfort in the fact that his new clanmates weren't outrageously annoying, unlike those he had met in the past. Pleased with the current situation, he allowed for a petite smile to adorn his lips. He looked down at the young ones as his smile grew, then nodded to the other "grown-ups."
Turning to Mack, he replied, "I would fancy a tour, if you don't mind."
//mobile}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{The sudden appearance of the serval startled him, even though the only sign was his nose twitching. Upon hearing the comment, Chestnut simply flicked an ear and sniffled once more. He didn't really understand what the alabaster feline had said, but it did rub him the wrong way, even if it was just the slightest bit. "Pleased to become acquainted with you," The elk nodded to Killua, "And your name?" There was a hint of dislike in his tone. The reserved elk would not directly provoke others.
// you're fine cx}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{heyoo
I just had Chestnut join buttttt i always need some kind of plot to keep me going lol
sooo i'll just drop him here
he's also pan and is 12 moons old.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Chestnut is the same, though he's not much of a grump, so it could work out! Do you want a private thread so that they can meet and maybe develop feelings?}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Sure! Sorry about the late reply, i was busy + sleeping lol}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Chestnut sniffled and shook another mass of snow off of his antlers, which landed on his back. He quickly shook the snow off of his back. "That would be nice," The elk nodded to Speccy.
//rushed oops}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{The newcomer needed something to occupy himself with, so why wouldn't he ask for a weekly task? "I'll take a weeky task," Chestnut stated, clip-clopping into the crowd.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{As the sun began to sink behind the horizon, minuscule flurries began to dance from the clouds and onto the frigid earth. The conifers waved goodbye the the sun and hello to the stars. The elk had decided that his home would be on this coniferous island, and this was his first night at his new residence.
Chestnut had woven three adjacent trees' branches to form a small den. A downy pile of pine needles was his bed, and his few possessions were encased by a wall of pinecones. It wasn't much, but it felt like home to him.
At the moment, the elk was seated right outside his den and was staring at the constellations with appreciative eyes. Throughout his travels, the stars had always followed him. No matter how much he lost, he always knew the stars would never leave his side.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2478524.new#new}
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Chestnut had begun to approach the silver tabby upon seeing him, and couldn't help but be slightly amused at his reaction to the elk approaching. Chestnut's face was usually void of emotion, so the only indication of what he was feeling was either his almost unreadable body language or his eyes. At this moment, his ear flicked, and his eyes were bright and playful, showing, of course, amusement.
The elk had not noticed Spectralregalia's tail shaking. Though, if he had, he wouldn't have been surprised. Despite him being a snack for some animals, he was quite intimidating. His sudden appearance could constitute any trembling.
Chestnut nodded, "Yes, that's me. You're Spectralregalia, correct?"
The feline's second comment didn't offend him at all. The elk was, though, interested as to why, as he had many questions about almost everything he experienced, being his skeptical self. He always needed a reason for everything.
Insted, Chestnut kept his mouth shut, as his reserved side was telling him to do. Sometimes you don't have to show others how you actually are, He reminded himself. Throughout his travels, he had learned that not everything needs to be said, and also that not everyone was to be trusted. It was better to fend for one's self than rely on others to keep secrets or open up to others.
"I quite enjoy it here, but I can understand your perspective. It's quite frigid, is it not?" The corners of his mouth upturned slightly.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{NAME: Chestnut
CLAN: BlizzardClan
RANK: Warrior
SURNAME(S): None
RELATIONS: None
thank you!}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Chestnut had just recently joined himself, so it was sort-of strange to already be welcoming someone into the clan. "Welcome Halo. Pleasure to meet you, my name is Chestnut."
//verrrry rushed and mobile sowwy}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{It was quite nice to talk to someone once in a while. Even though Chestnut was the loner type and preferred to, well, be alone, he wasn't completely detached. This conversation with Spectralregalia was one of the best he'd had by far, as others were usually drawn away from the elk due to his nature.
He nodded, smiling, even though the thought of tropical islands made him want to cringe. The heat on his multi-layered coat was not good for him, plus, he wan't built for the heat, he was built for the cold and the mountains.
"I do prefer the cold, as I have lots of fur. Heat isn't very good for elk like me," Chestnut replied.
The elk knew who Tama was, of course, but he had never met his leader, nor even seen her in person yet. He would definitely attend the next meeting, though, so that would soon change. There were just so many members in BlizzardClan that the newcomer had never gotten around to meeting his leader.
"She sounds like a good mother," He smiled, "I traveled with my mother for the first six moons of my life, but she stopped at a clan (that i don't remember) and i continued exploring the world. Have you ever been anywhere other than BlizzardClan?"}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Chestnut flicked an ear twice and shifted his weight. He wasn't used to such long conversations, so, even though he was grateful for what the current night had brought, he was feeling anxious, trying to keep the conversation going. It was hard, but hopefully he would learn.
He appreciated Spectral's act of opening up, but Chestnut knew he would never bring himself to do the same. The elk nodded in understanding. The bringing-up of the feline's pregnancy somewhat shocked him, but, as usual, it would not be evident upon his facial features. The only indication of shock was a loss of eye contact and the plucking of a perfectly fine fur from his neck. He quickly looked back up, flicking his ear once more.
"My mother was very open-minded and loving. I could visit her, but I have no idea where she is," Chestnut stated.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{A daily stroll was something Chestnut enjoyed about life. He was always able to find somewhere quiet and just walk without unwanted interruptions. The elk was pleased that he had found a nice little forest to walk through. The weather was perfect- not too hot, not too cold- and the wind was sifting through the trees' branches and leaves effortlessly.
The sound of wings whooshing against the breeze and the slight crick of a branch bending upon impact caught Chestnut's attention. Well, it wouldn't hurt to talk to somebody. After all, the only BlizzardClanner the elk had really had a conversation with was Spectralregalia. Chestnut trotted towards the sound, eventually coming across the group that had gathered around Mack.
The puncture marks on the branch were pretty impressive. They must have been made by some sharp talons. And they were, he observed, as he glanced up at the colorful canine's rear paws.
"Wow. Wish I could do that with my antlers," Chestnut stated, waving a hoof to the other two.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Chestnut wasn't surprised that he had gotten the task he had gotten, but he wasn't mad either. This would be a fun challenge: plowing pathways for others to walk on. He was also built for it, as his antlers were perfect for the job.
The elk had weaved a little plow-shape out of thick branches, then fastened it in between his antlers with some thin twigs. This would be perfect for scooping up snow. Unfortunately, he did look like an idiot. Oh well, this was for his clanmates, not him. No matter how insecure he was, he would get the job done.
Chestnut started at the top of the stone steps and began plowing. Scoop, throw to the side. Scoop, throw to the side. Okay, you can do this. He was already panting. The plow had made him a little top-heavy. At least, once he was done, his neck would be stronger so he could prove himself in battle with his antlers. It was a win-win; the elk just had to get it done first.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; color: #d1cbb8; width: 330px;]^{Chestnut had done one more scoop before noticing Tama's presence. Hopefully she thought he was doing a good job- he loved being perfect and was meticulous with his work. He was a virgo, after all.
At the sound of her approval, the elk felt a weight lift off his chest. Too bad that wouldn't happen for his neck. A bead of sweat trickled from in between his eyebrows to the tip of his nose.
Chestnut nodded to the one-winged serval. Water would be greatly appreciated."}

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