joining with this boy, anyone want plots or threads with him?
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Code- [font=arial][color=white]Glide[/color], played by [url=https://feralfront.com/index.php?action=profile;u=279905][color=white]Hollykat4211[/url][color=lightblue]♂
- [/color][size=9pt]Cream tom with small, white splotches near his stomach and chest. Has claws reinforced with dog teeth, dog teeth attached to his collar.[/size][/font]
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[size=9pt]so I've heard. looking forward to roleplaying here - i'm making his joining thread right now![/size]
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[size=9pt]Glide was making his way through the city, nearing where he knew BloodClan ruled. He didn't want to join this Clans, but the cream tom wasn't stupid - he knew he didn't have much choice. As far as living in the city went, you either joined BloodClan, or you suffered. What the tom wanted was to grow stronger, and he knew that staying with these cats was his best option in his pursuit for power.
The young tom had been a street cat for only just over half a moon, and the harsh life he had lived during that time had already hardened him. Once, he had been a kittypet - hence that black and red collar around his neck. His mother had been an insane cat though, perhaps more savage than a BloodClan warrior. Glide had tried to fight her, but he had narrowly lost the battle, and fled from home. His father had disappeared many moons before that, presumably he'd been out in the garden a little too late and a fox had gotten him. As for Glide's sister, she had fled the same time that he did, only without a fight. They had gone their separate ways, though Glide hoped to find her again someday. He did care about her after all.
Attached to his collar were two teeth - a cat tooth, and a dog tooth. He knew that many BloodClan cats wore trophies on their collars, and hoping that they would be impressed, Glide had decided to follow the same fashion. He didn't like it though. Being cruel wasn't something Glide enjoyed doing. He wasn't sadistic or aggressive, he just wanted to grow stronger. And he didn't care about what other cats thought of him, he just wanted respect because it would probably make life easier for him.
And so there he was, waiting for someone to find him, someone to accept him. Maybe BloodClan could be somewhere he called home.[/size]
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[size=9pt]Dance... dance? Were these cats quite mad? Or was Glide just being as grumpy as usual? Probably both. Something about Sheogorath rubbed him the wrong way, but he got the feeling this wasn't a cat he should get on the wrong side of. It didn't mean that the slender tom wouldn't show his annoyance frequently, being such a negative feline and all. "Dancing? I don't see how that matters in BloodClan. Feel free to dance, though don't expect it to impress me at all. I doubt there's any rules when it comes to joining, but fight me. I'm telling you to."What? Glide wanted to fight. It was the only way for him to grow stronger![/size]
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[size=9pt]I like all these ideas! I'd say the blizzard, because forced bonding would be funny, or making two cats fight each other sounds cool. It could lead to some drama if by any chance the two cats had any emotional connections whatsoever.[/size]
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[size=9pt]And, Sheogorath was off. Wow. Part of him almost wanted to smile at the tom's madness, but Glide didn't really do smiling. Barely, anyway. "Make me dance? Just try it. Seriously, go ahead. I'm the one here who's actually giving the logical option."Yeah... Glide had only barely just joined this Clan and it was already becoming clear to him that they were all out of their minds. Were they as insane as his mother? He hoped not. He had come to escape cats like her, not find more of them.[/size]
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[size=9pt]Another cat had appeared. Glide tensed a little. Something told him he should be cautious around this one. But the tom wasn't making any huge exceptions. He was just a BloodClanner, nothing more. Cats in this Clan were unlikely to ever mean much to the cream coloured tom, though he guessed his opinions would be formed anyway. As much as Glide didn't like it, emotions existed, and he couldn't completely get rid of them - not even rogue life had done that for him. But maybe staying here, in BloodClan, really would take away everything from him apart from his claws and teeth? "I'm here, offering myself up to join BloodClan."The young feline made it sound as though his joining was a favour, and that BloodClan needed him.[/size]
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[size=9pt]What the hell? Cheese? Okay then, seemed like Sheogorath really wasn't helping Glide be convinced that BloodClan weren't entirely mental. Well, either way, the tabby was certainly far from sane. Surprisingly, the cream tom had actually tasted cheese before. His kittypet owner had been rather generous, and often fed him cheese, though he had never actually enjoyed it. He preferred plain kittypet food, sometimes a bit of chicken on the side. Haha - his owner had loved him so much, and he had still run away. Like a coward. "I thought BloodClanners were meant to be cruel, threatening and nasty. Why are you even getting food for me? And why cheese, of everything you could have gotten me?"[/size]
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[size=9pt]Glide drew away as the paw touched him. Ugh! The only other cats he had really come into physical contact with outside of fighting were his mother and his sister. His sister was fine - he had often curled up around her when she had nightmares. His mother was just plain weird though, and he had tried to avoid getting too close to her. Though they weren't a feline, Glide's owner had often stroked him as well, but in a rough sort of way, not paying much attention to him, just stroking him in a rush. Their actions had been almost as annoying as his mother's.
"Glide,"he introduced himself, not even bothered to ask the other cat for his name. Honestly, Glide didn't really care. He would probably find it out soon without even having to show any interest. "Sparkles, huh? Doesn't sound that intimidating. I think I'll just call him Dee - I'm not looking to befriend anyone."That was true. The only real friend the cream and white tom had ever had was his sister, and the two of them had gone their separate ways. He narrowed his bright green eyes at the wink, wondering if this tom was actually at all dangerous.[/size]
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[size=9pt]Glide's ears flattened. From what he could gather, this fool believed that he was helpless, and mortal? So, was Sheogorath immortal or something? How exactly did that work? Either he was using some messed up magic that the tom would have to put an end to, or he was just joking. It wasn't a very funny joke. Then again, Glide really wasn't one for jokes. "Go ahead, try it - but I'll be able to show you that I'm able to depend my own body parts. So do you want me to eat the cheese, because I'm really not getting your talk. I'm not going to eat it either way, though."Did this big guy think he was the boss of Glide?[/size]
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[size=9pt]"Fights will make me stronger,"the young tom simply replied. That was true, which was why the slender BloodClanner took every chance he got to start a fight. And if the other cat refused, well, he'd make sure they didn't. Deep down, Glide was painfully aware that he really wasn't that strong, physically or mentally. He needed to improve. The stronger he was, the more chance he had of gaining power, right? Maybe even getting a happy ending? He really just wanted to survive for the time being, though, even if that wasn't enough for the creamy feline. "I wouldn't say that I have a big mouth - just that I have goals to achieve, and that I'm willing to do almost anything to achieve them."[/size]
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[size=9pt]"Great. Someone else who won't listen to me. Maybe you're actually deaf? Won't you listen to me at least?"Glide had been pushed and shoved aside enough when he had been an innocent kittypet, which had led to him growing violent, which had led to him running away from the only home he had. Not that it had been a very good home though, despite all of his luxuries. "You're the boring one here, making threats and then suddenly going deaf when cats want to fight back. And what do you mean, mortals? You're immortal? How? Please do explain to me how that's possible. I'm not here for your amusement - I'm not a joke, or your silly toy. I don't belong to anyone."To say the least, whenever the young tom spoke big talk, he often got made fun of - a lot. He wasn't especially powerful, and any cat that was even slightly over average in experience usually won against him somehow.[/size]
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[size=9pt]Of course he didn't care. This guy didn't seem to care about anything apart from being as mad as he could possibly be. Glide was beginning to think that he had chosen the wrong Clan, but was there anywhere else that would ever consider accepting him? Probably not. They were all mousebrains who would never see his side to the story, not to mention that the cream coloured tom didn't like the idea of being bound or held down by rules. He'd put up with enough of that as a kittypet, so BloodClan was the place where he could actually be himself, and survive, as well as become more powerful. "You're crazy,"the young tom commented instinctively. "And to top it off, that's a crazy long name. Is it really necessary? King of Rats, though? I agree on that one. Former leader? So, were you overthrown or something? I'm really not surprised if that's the case. Every few hundred years, oh yeah, the immortal thing you have going on. Seriously - explain that to me."He should probably be stepping more carefully around Sheogorath, but this cat was getting on the short tempered tom's nerves.[/size]
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[size=9pt]imagine them trying to find ways to entertain themselves - I want to see that![/size]
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[size=9pt]Glide was actually stuck in a dilemma right now. Did he go? Part of him said he should, to get stronger, and to get a better reputation, but being chased by... dogs? Whilst it was true that the young tom had both fought and beaten a dog before, it had really only been just a little older and bigger than a pup, and that had been challenging enough. Then again, the tomcat always looked to push himself, and he wouldn't be going alone. Florence was much younger than him, yet she was going. And Sheogorath... what was with him? Glide was pretty scared of him to be honest. "I'm in - it'll be good training."Glide wasn't doing this to have fun, or to make ThunderClan suffer. He was only doing this to gain experience and show BloodClan what he was capable of.[/size]
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[size=9pt]As soon as Sheogorath mentioned his death, Glide let out a snort. Though he wouldn't wish death on anybody, not even this tom, he found it amusing considering the fact that the feline had stated that he was immortal mere moments earlier. So, how was he still alive? "How do you plan on regaining your strength? Not that I'm interested, I just want to know if you have any even slightly good ideas,"the young BloodClanner commented. "But how can you just come back like that after death? There must be deeper reasons behind the process."Glide was a little alarmed to hear that SkyClan had beaten BloodClan, though. He had been hoping that this Clan was unbeatable, so that he would feel more secure here.[/size]
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[size=9pt]Glide didn't know how to feel about any of this. The dogs were snapping at his tail - he could feel their teeth closing around the air just behind him. The tom's heart was about to beat out of his chest, and he was beginning to wonder why he had been mad enough to go along with this plan. Seemed that the craziness of his new Clan was getting to him already - great. Glide didn't want these cats altering who he really was or anything! He pelted up the tree, only to realise that he had never actually climbed a tree due to being a city cat. Wait, hadn't there been a tree in his kittypet garden? He thought back to it. Oh yeah, he had climbed a tree once. Mother had always forbidden the young boy from climbing up there, saying that he should spend time with her and keep her company. The one time he had climbed the tree to mock her, to show her that she wasn't in control, he had ended up being dragged down the tree by the queen. It had hurt. And she had clearly meant for it to hurt as well. He sunk his claws into the bark, but could feel himself sliding down. Suddenly, savage claws slashed at his back, and he felt blood trickle down him. With a desperate leap, he sprung into the tree, landing awkwardly on one of the branches. Well, that hadn't been a disappointing run at all.[/size]
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[size=9pt]"I told you to fight me. You can't just walk off like that."The young tom wasn't one to pester others, but no one backed away from a fight against him. He needed this, and this was Glide's special entrance exam that he had made himself. It had seemed quite suited to BloodClan, but apparently it was anything but that. Dancing. It had to be in at least the top three most pointless things to ever exist in this world. The pale tom unsheathed his claws, and let out a snarl.[/size]