Posts by Dean !

Meet and greet? He could of sworn he heard of that before. It... it couldn't be too hard right? Now that he was back at the place he called home, he was doing much better. The male would give over, his gait a bit hesitant albeit determined. "I'm Dean." He said, sucking in a breath and hoping he didn't mess up.

Dean opened his mouth to reply with something along the lines of "you don't know?", but then closed it when he remembered that the other tomkit hadn't been there. Of course he wouldn't know. So instead he decided to just say "you wouldn't know them. I doubt anyone here knows them." Unaware of how weird the statement would sound. The kid would gaze up at his mother, only moving his head when her nose forced it up a bit. A small smile would creep onto his face, happy that she was at least trying to help. "But I miss them ma." Dean said, gazing up at her again as if she could somehow have a solution so he could see them again.

/yesss. Blaze being a bit of a traditionalist might not be the most excited at the idea but they can have a thread where maybe Fawn asks to mentor him?

So she couldn't do anything about it? His gaze fell and he was rolled over, laying on his back for a minute before finishing the roll and standing up, giving his pelt a small shake to get the annoying dirt out of it. "Do you think I'll ever see them again?" Dean said, forcing his head to remain up even though his tail fell.

Ahhhhhh he's 5 moons ;-;

Mama Fawn had died once, and then Clyde came. Then some weird stuff in a place he hadn't ever seen before happened, but he grew to like it. Then he was back here. Mama Fawn came back, and went back to normal. Wingless and straight jawed she was a bit foreign to him, but the scent and love was the same so he soon grew used to it. He grew to love her again, learned how to cope with his past over the moons and function like normal. His days of curling into a ball and crying himself to sleep were over.

And then she disappeared again. She was there one day, gone the next. Not so much as a tuft of fur or a scent trail to indicate where she had went. No enemy scent, no body either. No strange pawprints. Nothing.

It hit him hard.

Loosing his mother once was bad enough, but loosing his mother twice? On top of loosing his brother and his friends?

Dean knew he shouldn't of thought about it, but he couldn't help himself. He didn't feel as if there was much left to do, he didn't feel like playing with the other kits or trying to sneak out of camp, or try to get his paws on any of the skittles. The things he enjoyed became dull. The elder's tales lost their spark, things became dull. When you were a kit you weren't allowed outside of camp either, so he didn't have much else to do. So instead he would sit where he was, tears forming in his eyes that slowly slid down his cheek. This time, he didn't have mama Fawn to brighten his day, to lift his chin up and tell him everything was alright. This time, all he had was him, and that's what he would say to himself. Mama Fawn wouldn't be back this time, he thought. Mama Fawn was dead. There was only so many times one could live right? She didn't have a leader's nine lives.

Mama Fawn was gone.

STORMCLAN CHOICE AWARDS!!
Just sliding this here to make sure everyone sees it

Dean was excited. He was finally old enough to start learning magic! The male would stand on platform 9 and 3/4's, staring a thread the train in awe. This was the train that would take him to the famed hogwarts. He wondered what house he would get, hopefully griffindor, they're the best! Dean thought to himself, looking around to see if he'd see anyone he knew.

/sorry for bad spelling, brain fart

Someone should totally mentor this dude

An unfamiliar form came up to him, he gazed at the Tom warily. Who was this? Maybe a joiner? He had heard that they had had quite a few recently. Dean would sniffle, unsure of whether or not to trust the other. Mama Fawn had said trust no one, but everyone he had trusted had helped him over in that one place. Plus if he was a clanmate? But clan mates had betrayed mama Fawn before. Hm. "Who're you?" the male said, flinching in surprise at the tail tap.

He had heard of weekly tasks before. Maybe they'd help him take his mind off things. The male would go over hopefully, his tail up in the air for once. "Am I allowed to have one?" He asked, wide eyes gazing at the female.

The big wolf was kinda scary, but a clanmate now right? She wouldn't hurt him. He had been a tad curious as to where she had come from, and where she had gotten her wounds, as the word of her being a leader hadn't caught his ears yet. So, pushing his sadness and lack of motivation to the side (it's what mama Fawn would want, right?) the kid decided to go over. When Shade moved suddenly he jumped, startled. She wasn't mad with him was she? Dean reflexively went to a defensive position, his fur fluffed out as if he was scared. "I'm sorry!" The kit yelped, admittedly afraid of the large creature.

Oh so he was a clanmate. Ok that was good. "Oh." Dean said, "Sorry for not knowing you." He quickly added, feeling that he should know all his clanmates. Shadow continued talking and he listened, intrigued about how his sadness had affected others. How was that possible? It was his sadness, not shadowpoints. "I'm Dean, and I guess I'll be fine." He mewed, deciding to answer the other's question before asking his. It was funny how some things seemed to vanish as soon as you were focused on something else. "How does my sadness make you sad?"

Oh a game? That's would be simple enough, something he could do. "Thank you Blazestar!" The kit called back out, turning and running off to go complete his task.

Hold a game. That was his task. It was a task he could do. That was good, so he was determined to do it. What game were all kits familiar with? Moss ball. So what game was he going to host? Moss ball! The brown tabby gathered a bunch of moss, enough for two balls in case something happened to the first, and called out "hey let's play moss ball!" With a cheerful note that had not been found on him as of recently.

Ok good, she wasn't mad at him. This along with her attempts to appear smaller would help the kit calm down, but he was still a bit on edge. Now that he thought about it, at full power she would be a strong one, someone who could benefit or bring down whoever they chose. Scary, but a tad bit fun to think about. "I'm Dean." He said, forcing his fur to lay flat. "So you're new around here?" The male also said, realizing he was stating the obvious only after he had said it, and then growing embarrassed.

Sweet! Should they have a thread before he becomes an apprentice?

She seemed to be quite friendly, this was also good. He was curious as to why she stopped mid word, but had figured it would be rude to ask. "Nice to meet you too." He mewed back. The large wolf's reply to his question would make sense as to why some of the others already seemed familiar with her. "Well if no one's said it already, welcome to StormClan." Dean said, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips. Maybe this whole talking to new people thing wasn't so bad afterall.

/track w/ this bab, may have him show up

DEAN has logged on...
DEAN: oh sorry, lol try not to leave
DEAN: so what's up?

DEAN: isn't moonbeam one of the medics? I didn't know he had kids
DEAN: well it's good to see most of you have been good
DEAN: except for you Benny. Hope you get better