Posts by OLEANDERPAW

i do! i just don't really have a place to put him :/

i need an easy set pace with my spotty muse and like
i can't find a place he would fit that would work with
what i want and what i need but like?? we should have
a private thread n'like,,,,,,, elope because eun is dying
and liek,,, suffering and pain and they can move to a
clan toGETHER AND BE GAY WITH THE LITTLE TIME
THEY HAVE LEFT

i love evil characters and when people get upset about them i feel pride? is that bad? i think that if some get upset by their actions then they're doing what they need to do and going against the grain of goodness. although, most of mine tend to be morally grey with a mix between good and evil so i don't think i have ever?? played a strictly evil character lmao.

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this would be his first gathering.

unlike every other apprentice who would be absolutely ecstatic at being able to attend such an important event, ollie felt nothing but contempt. he did not want to be here but it had been imperative that he attend with his other clanmates as "an experience every apprentice should have" or however the annoying warrior had put it, oleander had not exactly been paying much attention. he had only felt the familiar boiling under his skin as he had dug his claws into the ground as the rage had swam through his body and screamed at him to hit, to bite, to do anything that could get him out of this pesky situation but he knew that would have likely led to even more feline interaction, something he was not too keen on. he had swallowed his rage, choking lightly as it had tried to claw it's way back out but ollie had refused to let it do so and had kept it held down long enough to calm himself. although, now that he looks back on it he wished he would have lashed out at the warrior and been punished, he could have handled whatever it was loststar chose to do - he was a pushover, from what he had seen, and oleander knew that whatever the punishment would have been would have been so much better than being surrounded by a bunch of blabbering idiots who easily pretended like they were friends.

he moved slowly across the clearing, pushing felines bodily out of his way as he moved to an area which looked vaguely isolated. he was not a fan of people, if you can believe it, and he had no desire to converse or befriend anyone here. she was not sure how people could so easily push themselves into social situations but they didn't really care, they didn't really care about a lot of things it would seem. how humorous. it was mostly useless things that ollie didn't care about, put in the farthest pit of his mind and pretended like it didn't exist - possibly not the best way to deal with confusion or questions but, you guessed it, oleander really didn't care. the older apprentice gave a soft huff, a pathetic excuse for a laugh but likely the closet thing anyone would ever get to really hearing the ass of a feline laugh. he paused in his tracks and cast a quick glance around the somewhat quieter area, there were not many who hang around this part and he was thankful that they were all flocking like birds to chirp away at one another and could at least offer him the peace of this small area.

he settled down softly, gaze still narrowed on the ever growing group of clan cats. his crossed eyes briefly shifted over to loststar and the skyclan leader, oh, tatteredstar or something along those lines... it was unlikely that if ollie could not even remember who led shadowclan half of the time that he would get the names of the other leaders right. oh well, she was likely close enough and that was good enough for her - no need to waste time following this pointless train of thought. she let out a soft yawn before her eyes drifted away from her leader and off to a small group of shadowclan felines as they spoke to someone that oleander had never met before. he could easily make out both jaggedsight and jadefeather but he drifted away as he landed on the familiar cats. then there was the growing ring of apprentice who all looked far too happy for ollie's liking. he wasn't sure what they were talking about but he was sure it was nothing more than annoying blabber about how cool it would be to do this or that or to get their warrior name already.

you know.

pointless things.
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I AM ON IT BABE

i love conflict of character lmao, like,,, i can't do nice and soft characters and mine tend to be rather aggressive, opinionated, and outspoken to the point where it gets them in trouble. everyone is usually scared of having characters that like,,, do that sort of thing and then i'm just living it up because it's great and i love it more than anything.

*narrows eyes*

i am trying to see if this is a friendship
or an actual ship

[ahh, i hope i did this right for you bab! it's kind of shitty but it was rushed eep]

oleanderpaw was not good at remembering individuals, he wasn't good at names, faces, appearances or anything of that nature as he simply deemed them unimportant. maybe it sounded a little selfish but ollie had long ago accepted that he was a selfish jerk who avoided growing attachments to people who would eventually show him their true colors. the detached state he preserved was something he had created to protect himself, to guard from pain and over time it simply became instinct and he could no longer see himself living without the shielded protection he seemingly always wore tight around him. he could no longer tell what he had built as protection and what was truly part of him and he didn't think he wanted to try to pull those pieces apart, he was fine as he was and he held no desire to disrupt the way things were.

it made him indifferent about situations like this, made him cold and collected while everyone mourned the loss of a warrior whether to death or disappearance. he barely blinked as he looked out into the forest outside of shadowclan's territory, the scent trail weaving forward in a continuous pattern - it was stale and old and oleander knew that it was already hours old, far too late to continue the scent trail. he wasn't sure if he would anyway, whether fresh or old. it was not like he hated nightpelt but he really hadn't enjoyed certain traits that she had possessed and claimed without thinking them through - without understanding herself. he was not sure if this was something of a flook and the female would return but for the time being he didn't really care whether she was gone or not; she had long ago made the choice and he was almost positive that whatever thought had forced her to run it was fueled by doubt. it was fueled by stupidity and self-pity. silently, the white feline let out a huff of a laugh as he stepped backwards slowly.

"figures."
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okay BO I i'm sort of struggling right now because i can't think of any kind of thread idea that my character could make?? like?? when you freaking hate the world and everyone in it it's hard to make stuff but i know i should make stuff and i need some ideas for it? like? realistic ideas that a grumpy ass, apprentice, with anger issues, a hatred of the world, and an indescribable amount of lazy could actually do and still be kept in character li ke why is this harddd. does anyone have any ideas?
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OLEANDERPAW — I'LL FUCKING BURN IT DOWN

ollie turned to the black female, his cross eyes meeting her's with the same amount of emptiness. this was nothing but an inconvience, a drama filled leaving that he could very well do without but it seems that he was, in fact, doomed to constantly be involved with the idiots that called shadowclan home. he titled his head slightly as he stared her down before a loud scoff slipped past her lips as her eyes narrowed viciously and a growl burned in their chest. no matter how many times they told her, no matter how times they had to explain it, she never seemed to get the hint and it was growing tiresome for the apprentice to continuously tell her over and over again.

"no matter how many times i tell you, you still can't get it through your thick skull can you? i don't have friends, i don't need them and you're right, i don't care." he deadpanned, cross eyes shifting over to look at the black feline. it was true, this wasn't his decision to make and he didn't care the outcome as it wasn't something that would affect him. cold, cruel, and protective - it was the way he had always been and the way he assumed he would always be. the emotion of this situation was lost on him and he didn't really care how bad that sounded as he was content to look away, shift back and begin the walk back towards camp.

"try not to die, no one will be there to bury you." harsh words but it was as close to sentiment as he was willing to give nightpelt and he did not care if it was harsh or crude. maybe in some twisted way it was his way to show that she did care, maybe.
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