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    so i really want to get active with my angry son so i'm in need of some plots with him! most of his information can be found in the link/information page below so i won't explain too much about him other than the fact he is a shadowclan apprentice and is roughly 9 moons old.


    OPEN TO:
    friends [unlikely]
    enemies/rivalries [likely]
    annoying your character
    starting [verbal] fights
    accidentally bullying your character
    anything unlisted [unless otherwise said by mean]


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    longterm relationships
    short-term relationships


    CLOSED TO:
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    death
    adopting characters
    being adopted
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    his eyes snapped to the female immediately, her eyes narrowing as she stared the other down. she wasn't interested in listening to the female babble on and on about whatever she believed, ollie found her rather annoying and likely one of the most mentally incompetent cats she had ever had the displeasure of meeting, well, possibly a close second to nightpelt but that was not an argument they were willing to get into at this moment. instead, they blinked slowly before tilting their head and pulling the little thing closer to themselves. they had no idea how exactly they were going to care for it or to get anyone to help them but they didn't want to watch it die and to be forgotten like it was nothing but a worthless mutt. unlike lizardbreath, ollie was able to see outside of simply species - the kit was likely someone's child, someone's whole world and even if they were a "traitorous" jerk, they wouldn't turn their head at this; it would be rather... hypocritical of them to tell the truth.


    "i'd rather protect the kit than you, at least the kit is by far less annoying and likely much more intelligent than you are." he blinked as his eyes shifted down towards the felines unsheathed claws and he couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up in their chest as a mocking sneer formed over their face as their cross eyes looked up to meet the other's, mirth swimming throughout their eyes. "are you willing to kill me over a fox-kit? oh, come one then, show shadowclan how much of a traitor you are by hurting one of their own. come along now, hit me and let's see how this goes." maybe not the best plan as antagonizing an angry feline didn't seem to be one of his best ideas but at this point but they knew nothing would come of it... or something would and oleander would never have to deal with the idiotic female ever again. instead, his eyes shifted to the screaming thing awkwardly grabbing at his front legs - ollie felt a desire to push it away rise inside his chest but he knew that right now that wasn't an option if he wanted to keep it alive.


    "maybe one day it will grow to be a monster but i also think you're too daft to think of any alternative; animals rarely turn on those who raised them. i'm not saying it will become a pet but i'm say that it is unlikely to hurt any feline if it associates them with it's childhood." it winced slightly as one of the thingy's claws dug into it's skin as it struggled to get ever closer to oleander, a closeness he wasn't used to and something he wanted to stop but right now... again, right now would not be best to prove his point if he pushed the child away. "and unlike blackwing, i at least have the equipment needed to care for it and if not i'm sure there are other queens willing to allow a child the chance at life; either way i'm not willing to watch it die." he huffed back, his heterochromic eyes shifting back to the squealing kit. they would not lie and say that they weren't afraid because they were incredibly scared and had no idea what they were going to do - if they would ask for help from the queens or if they would take the kit and go in search of a fox skulk that would be more than willing to care for the kit and less inclined to rip ollie limb from limb. "i'm not a monster, despite what everyone seems to think."
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    "oh please, do you know how pathetic that sounds? 'oh, no! this little apprentice ran into me and and i had to defend myself by meeting a clawless shove with brutality', pssh; what sort of warrior are you? you go on and on about protecting yourself but what exactly are you so afraid of? an apprentice, a three-legged warrior, a defensless fox kit? if that is so then i suggest you go and live the life of a kitty-pet because this one is obviously not for you." he growled out, his cross eyes moving to meet her's again as he continued the stare down; he wasn't sure blackwing would be able to do much of anything if the diseased female decided that the child was truly a threat to her but ollie was no stranger to a fight, albeit not one that involved claws and a perpetual desire to kill but... he was no stranger if he found he needed to defend himself and the kit.


    "i have a new idea, how about you shut up? the more you yap the more idiotic and desperate you sound, humph, you call yourself a warrior and yet you are not able to see outside the craze of battle. starclan, or whatever it is everyone seems so keen in believing, likely doesn't appreciate the killing of defenseless children, now do they?" he shot out, his paw pushing the kit roughly behind them as they watched the demeanor of the female change as she grew ever more agitated. at this point, oleander was not sure why they were continuing on - it would be so easy to give the female the kit and be on his way but... maybe it was the fact he was so easily able to rile the other up or maybe it was because the blood under his skin had finally boiled over and the rage inside of him was willing itself out of his body, willing itself to hit, scratch, and destroy whatever it was that was tipping them over. ollie's anger had always been something that they hadn't been able to control and they were still rather impressed with how far they had gone in this argument, although, it wasn't as much aggravating as it was almost... humorous to watch the queen in front of him become riled and pissed to the point of gnashing her teeth and labeling everyone whom did not agree with her way of thinking a traitor. oleanderpaw was young, that was true, but he had life experience, sort of, and he'd had to grow up quickly, extremely so, and even now he was amazed by how strange the gap in age seemed to be. although, it also likely had to do with the fact that every single warrior ollie had ever met seemed to believe themselves an angel of whatever clan who could never do wrong, and could never misunderstand or correct their way of thinking in any given situation. it was the only prize ollie would give to the younger generation - the usage of common sense and the ability to easily adapt from the "old" way of things. "i'd love to see you stop me, it's a child and i will not leave it to die because, unlike you, i do not see the end of my kindness centered to those born within my blood." he paused before turning to pick up the kit in the ways he had sometimes seen the queens do when he'd lived within the nursery; he hope someone would be willing to open their heart and wouldn't see the budding of a monster but the helplessness of someone screaming for help, for someone relying on the world to give it something. ollie wouldn't... he... he couldn't let the kit suffer like he had, he wouldn't allow it.
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    @Dizzy dude, we should totally have a thread between
    ollie, mostly because i really enjoy their fighting but also
    because their personalities are really similar and they could
    be either really good friends who argue like crazy or those
    two idiots who are never not arguing!


    ...ALL MY FRIENDS ARE LEAVING ME
    how dare they, i mean not dare they
    i am sad what


    that leaves us down a lot of ranks shoot
    but this also means we could likely have more
    plots open with other clans because of our lack of
    a med cat/apprentice right? likely visits from other
    meds and the apprentice would likely have to be trained
    by an ally cat,, eh, i'm trying to make the best of a bad
    situation but i'm not sure i'm doing it right. :/

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    i'm not even in this clan and i'm having a great time stalking this chat because it's wild.


    hmm, that and i want ollie to have more threads because i have too much muse and not enough to do with it.


    agent oleander sounds like he'd be the bad guy to be honest
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    tenn played oakpaw and piz played blackpaw and Losteye but piz should be back soon enough and it's probably best if we didn't talk about it anymore? Just in case.


    Also, that sounds really, really good because Shade and Ollie have a lot in common - mostly their blunt/aggressive nature and probably horrible people skills that leaves them outcastes from the group and just perpetually angry at the world. Honestly I would love for them to have a friendship like that?? Like, they pick on each other but they really only like the other person bc "wyd other people gawd" I can make the thread where they get in trouble if you'd like? Maybe they fall through the earth and into a small animal trap and have to get out? Or they fall into a cave system and have to rely on the other?


    Hi tigerteeth! It's claws right? I saw you on the adoption thread lmao, welcome to shadowclan!


    I'm also responding to nights and Ollie's thread now because why does it take me forever to do that my god.


    I also might? Make Ollie a heartchart soon lmao, and I have to respond to the meeting and make his thread where he has an episode and so much to do tick tock

    i mean it's worth a shot?? i can start it's plot a little
    early and maybe that will help but like,, i gotta
    figure out how their freaking addiction would
    start lmao,, but imma try again


    who would want a private thread with me
    to maybe help me pick up some muse


    and now that twostar is gone, i may need
    to figure out a new mentor for the asshole

    i've already talked to them about the addiction because it's not?
    about getting him high but making him feel better, it'd be an
    addiction to a particular herb that he associates with feeling
    good, maybe something that helped him when he was sick
    and then to achieve that feeling of being okay,, he eats it
    and then it sort of becomes his only source of peace and happiness
    he physically needs that herb to be okay,, so far?? i think it might be mint?
    but i'm still deciding which herb it would be


    also,,, ollie is coming back more angry than ever
    and no one can stop me, he will fight all of you aLL OF YOU


    hey piz, do you need any help? i've had some experience lately
    and i could help you out if you needed anything?? and i would love
    for lost to be ollie's mentor! god,, he's salty right? they can be
    salty together i m

    i can totally do it fam! is there a list of litters anywhere?
    i can make a template for it too if you would like?


    also,,, you sneaky sneaky snek


    also that's what i was think jay! i read it once and because
    i know that animals can, in fact, get addicted i was so hyped
    and i even talked to a mod and they were like "go ahead!"
    and i'm ready to ruin ollie

    there is no such thing as "too many" you have
    to fight thEM ALL golly gosh,, but i gotta have
    ollie fight someone and go into an episode that's
    not pretty so like,,, if anyone wants to hit me up
    winkwonk my body is ready jk i'm sorry


    ollie is just,, biologically and emotionally angry
    at literally everything because no one loved him
    as a baby so he's got a twisted idea of the world
    and his ied doesn't,,, really help - he's got anger
    issues on steroids to be honest


    also?? you might be seeing double? i just edited some
    stuff so that may be the case? also! i am on it babe
    i got this watch me z o o m


    ollie would fight himself if he could :/
    he just,,, hates so much


    DUDE bat could maybe be someone ollie could like
    his crosseyes make it hard to see sometimes
    and maybe they could relate??

    i'm on it piz!


    also, i think the biggest motivation for ollie is that
    he genuinely cannot find happiness? he hates himself
    he hates the world, his mom, his dad, everyone. as a
    child his mom sort of ditched him and left him with a
    father that liked to, uh, smack him around and ollie
    grew up watching these happy families and never
    being able to experience that himself so he came to
    the conclusion that love=fake, anyone who cares is
    only pretending, everyone only wants to save themselves
    the world is dominated by fakes, by pretenders who care
    only about themselves and no one loves, we're all fueled
    by a biological need and any attachments you have to another
    person aren't,,, well, your own, it's fake, all of it and he's told
    himself that over and over and over and now he honest to god
    believes that no one actually cares about him and gets aggressive
    when anyone even shows him that. but he's not?? terrible, he has
    emotions but he just tries to suppress them because they only cause
    issues.


    bat is going to be? a lucky bug if he befriends ollie because ollie
    fucking hates people and it'll be a sucky onesided friendship
    but ollie will try lmao

    oh, ollie is so going to disagree with locust on that
    oleander doesn't believe in starclan or the darkforest
    and thinks it's pretty much a bunch of bullshit used
    to make them feel safer about where they live, he's like?
    "when we die, that's it, lights out, there's nothing else out there."


    ollie,,, might like lost but i'm not sure; he doesn't care about
    coldness and is sort of used to that and enjoys it more than
    when people are nice to him, if people are cold,,, then at
    least they're being honest or something along those lines
    "a public beat down sounds more educational then your mentoring skills."


    piz if you do it imma send you a picture of jackson i stg


    but i'm like ready for everyone to know exactly? how bad
    ollie's anger issues run, he always talks about the boiling
    and about the red and i am so hyped to write him,, spilling
    over and exploding.

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    OLEANDERPAW — I'LL FUCKING BURN IT DOWN

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    GENERAL:
    ► oleanderpaw | leanie, ollie.
    past: oleanderkit.
    future: oleanderflower/poison.
    ► pangender | dfab | any or he/it/they.
    ► greypansexual | aromantic | monogamous.
    ► 10 moons physically | 13 moons mentally.
    born: june 15 | ages real time | 10 moons.
    ► apprentice of shadowclan | [un]official hellraiser.
    human au | voice reference | changes with faceclaim.


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ► single | no past relationships | no planned relationships.
    ► no romantic feelings | little romantic interest.
    ► ½ fightme | ½ leavemethefuckalone.
    ► TATTEREDSTAR x WHITENOSE | Gen 2 | no mentor [open].
    ► ollie currently has no living family, that it knows of.
    current family tree, updated and first version.
    ► will only have a queerplatonic relationship, if any.
    ► they really just don't do relationships, my aro baby.
    ► will call their partners a datemate or a zucchini.


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ► ollie is pangender which means that they believe they are all genders and so when it comes to pronouns they generally do not care what anyone chooses to use for them, however, if anyone specifically asks they usually say to simply use masculine pronouns as they often prefer those but, again, they don't identify as only male and honestly they just generally do not care about gender and will take anything that's given to them. some often use feminine pronouns as their biological sex is female and, again, they just don't give a fuck. also, i would like to say that when writing i will switch between a lot of pronouns so do not be confused if i'm switching between many pronouns.
    ► ollie has intermittent explosive disorder, which is almost like anger issues on steroids - it's an explosive kind of rage that usually results in violent outbursts and impulsive behavior that one cannot control or predict. it's a psychological disorder that is usually treated with therapy or medication and when it goes unnoticed it can cause serious damage to the person mentally and socially.
    ► as a kit ollie was ruthlessly beaten by his father after his mother left and while he usually only talks about the minor accounts they were times when he believed that his father would have killed him given the chance.
    ► ollie is aromantic which means that they do not experience romantic relationships or emotions like everyone else, in fact, they do not experience romantic feelings at all. however, that does not mean they are incapable of loving and caring about people it just means that they can't function and do not want a romantic relationship in the way that everyone else sees it. when they date they would prefer to have something along the lines of a queerplatonic relationship; that simply means that while they have an intimate relationship it is not treated like a romantic relationship and more of a super close friendship, or well, more than a friendship i suppose. they don't want a boyfriend or a girlfriend they just want... a friend, a mate, a datemate or just someone who doesn't seek out that super sappy relationship because ollie just can't give that to them.
    ► ollie was born in shadowclan.


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    ► MAINE COON | health: 100%
    — oleander is, in a way, a very attractive young feline with pristine white fur, a slim build, and beautiful eyes - now, before you start going off on how they kind of seem a little... uh, perfect? understand that they may be pretty in terms of appearance but their personality more than drags their looks down and can even make them ugly by the way they behave. they may have a slim build with the right amount of muscle to where they do not appear overly bulky but don't look boney and week, their fur is well kept and long in a bright snowy white color and they just generally look good. however, they do stand a little bit on the shorter side and aren't nearly as big as they could be but that is not something that can be considered very important in the long run. their eyes are extremely bright, strangely so, along with being heterochromic with the right being a bright blue and the left a bright green; now, if you didn't think his eyes could get any more different well, my friend, it gets even better when i say that ollie carries the crosseyed gene and that it's eyes are permanently crosseyed. it doesn't affect their vision as much as one may think as they really only have to deal with a little bit of a depth confusion but outside of that their eyesight seems completely unaffected by the crosseyed gene.
    major injuries: none.
    minor injuries: none.


    PERSONALITY:
    ► estj | the executive.
    mental stability: 100%
    disorders: intermittent explosive disorder.
    — now let's get one thing straight, ollie, by no means, is someone who you would actually want to be around for extended periods of time. they aren't a very good person, not really, they are rude, blunt - to the extent of being cruel - and they really don't seem to have a filter at all and usually say exactly what they are thinking in that minute and most of it... probably shouldn't ever be said. they don't really understand why they are so negative but it almost seems like they don't know how to be positive and would rather complain and point out all the bad in a situation rather than to try and have some kind of hope about something working out. they've simply always been like this, cold and closed off and constantly insulting and belittling those around it because it doesn't feel like they know how to do anything else - they can't make friends even if they were to try so they have all but given up and prefer to push everyone away on its own terms. they are outwardly aggressive, immensely so, and will lash out and have explosive episodes of complete and total rage that they cannot explain and cannot control; these episodes are often brutal and end in violence of some sort whether they get into a fight with someone else or hurt themselves in their uncontrollable rage. they have a short fuse and are quick to anger which doesn't really help keep them from having their explosive episodes but they don't really have the patience to try and focus on not getting annoyed or pissed off. along with being short tempered they are impulsive, rash, and often don't think things through before deciding "fuck it" and probably doing something that they shouldn't exactly be doing because what the hell is wrong with you. they are somewhat intelligent, they can't tell you everything or start listing how to do this and that but they do pick things up rather quick and have a sharp and vicious tongue when it needs to be but outside of that... yeah not really they can't help you out. in all they are just an incredibly angry person who is down to fight 24/7 if you even look at them wrong because they simply just can't help it.


    INTERACTION:
    ► moderate physically | still training.
    ► will start fights | will finish fights.
    ► will not kill but will maim if possible.
    ► attack in bold #DBBA85.
    ► ask for capture or injury - pm this account.
    ► can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
    ► does not allow contact from anyone.

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    ollie didn't believe in starclan, he never had and he doubted that he ever would. it had not ever made sense to him the way it seemed to with so many others, praying to the dead in hopes that they would step in and tell you what to do did not sound prophetic but merely insane. the idea that they were living according to the laws set upon them by dead felines made little sense to him but he didn't care enough to bring it up, while he enjoyed fight as much as the next, she did not enjoy dealing with the idiots whom would desperately try to defend their bullshitted ideas. oleander supposed the insecure and desperate needed something to hold on to, to believe in, or they might simply go mad - she wonders if she'd already crossed that line, she didn't need anything, was she lost or was she found? questions she would never be able to answer on her own and she didn't even want to attempt to. even if the entire idea of this mythical place existing, oleander could not understand why anyone would seek the advice of brutish and idiot felines who had long ago died and now lived to call themselves some kind of great creature. ollie was not sure if she found that egotistical or simply hilarious but either way she was not too keen on agreeing with anyone on the existence of an imaged play land.


    the white feline couldn't contain the annoyed snarl even if they had tried, they were tired and they did not want to deal with yet another shift in their system. shadowclan was already falling into ruins and she was tired of attending these meetings again and again to be moved around like a toy and for things to move yet again. it was pointless really, it seemed they had been plagued with an inability to keep a leader for longer than a month - while it sounded terrible, ollie found it rather humorous. although, she was beyond annoyed that the idiot had chosen the moment he felt he was to gain a little bit of sleep to suddenly appear screaming at the top of his damn lungs about some stupid meeting. she supposed he had gotten his lives or whatever it was that they chose to believe happened and was going to start barking orders like he was some kind of god, that was how things worked from what ollie had seen and she wasn't too keen on joining in with the other overly eager felines. she knew most were simply excited for the announcement of the deputy - praying that it was their name called so they too could rise to power and bark orders like they were made of pure gold. oleanderpaw couldn't care less and while she knew she needed to go, she felt that being late was better than arriving and being shoved around as eager faces moved to the front in hopes of being recognized for something they had done - seeking praise like rats.


    she huffed loudly before slowly moving to her feet and pushing the small bramble out of the way, revealing her own personal section in the apprentice den - something she had created to keep the idiots away from her. was it petty? of course but it was better than having to talk or even acknowledge the other apprentice who snored too loud and thought too highly of themselves. the den was empty, as she had suspected it would be; it was the middle of the day and most would be out and about doing whatever it was they chose to do with each other, sharing tongues or playing, something useless ollie was sure. they blinked a few times as they stepped outside, the brightness of the sun blinding them momentarily and burning the edges of their crossed eyes. it was an unpleasant feeling but it quickly faded as she turned her head to look over the group of felines racing each other to the highrock to please whoever stood upon it.


    hmm, well, it appeared losteye was their leader - how wonderful.


    she had never cared enough to pay attention to politics and had barely noticed the disappearance of the last two leaders until weeks, in snakestar's case, after they had gone missing. call it self centered or call it ignorant, he really didn't care. they narrowed their eyes slightly and dropped their head as they began a slow pace towards the rock, annoyance flowing off of them in waves as they settled down a good distance from everyone else - the idea of being touched by one of them disgusting and irritating. they simply wanted this meeting to move quickly so they could return to the nap they had eagerly been awaiting since the sun rose from the horizon.
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