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  • THE TEZCA | RP THREAD

    the canine's head would rise in concern as he looked to the other, his thick fur all messy from their most recent journey. oh why now, did the other decide to come and speak with him? his fur was a mess, and he too, was a mess all on his own. he didn't even get a chance to clean himself up. but if she really wanted a word with him, he wouldn't keep her from it.


    brown eyes blinking, the male would sniffle slightly, although it wasn't due to illness or anything, just how his breathing was in general. "yes? what is it?" timey would ask curiously, hoping nothing was wrong. why did she want to speak with him anyways? he was no one important, just some mutt who lived with the group. then again, everyone here was equal, so he couldn't really get away with saying that.

  • THE TEZCA | RP THREAD

    the large canine's eyes would widen as the other spoke of him taking up the career of healing for the group. him? but that was such a task, it held such responsibility. but that meant she trusted him to do it, trusted that he would be able to hold up the potential of being a healer for the group. shaking his head, which made his ears flap against his face, the gentle brute would look up into the eyes of the other. "i.. thank you, i'd be honored to withhold the position of mender" timey would respond, his voice soft and whispy as he replied to the other, feeling still quite amazed about everything. after all, it wasn't every day the leader came up to you and told you that you were going to be a very important member of a group. actually, that never happened. or at least, it had never happened to him before.


    ;;oh look at that, sorta short oops

  • No Where To Run Or Hide ;; Open


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    Perhaps he was still too young to be out and about, but did he really care that much? Nah, he was a pup, and pups like him just loved to adventure. Besides, what's the worse that could happen? Probably a minor injury. He doubted he would get kidnapped or anything though. After all, who in their right mind would kidnap the only son of the scarclan and moonclan leader? Now that just seemed like they were asking for death, considering leaders weren't usually made by just luck.


    In the meantime however, the young canine had happened across a bunch of dandelions. Well, they were everywhere really, considering it was much warmer out now than it had been in the past, and that just so happened to be the perfect time for these so called 'weeds' to sprout. He didn't think of them as weeds himself though. He found them to be awfully pretty flowers, and didn't understand the dislike of them. True, he wasn't the only one who fancied them, as most healers chose to like the plants as well, but it wasn't for their healing properties that he liked them. Sadly, Weed couldn't really explain why he did like them. Perhaps though it was because he could relate to them, even if only a bit. After all, he was called a weed too, and since his kin had died, perhaps he wasn't all that wanted either. But he didn't like to think about sad things like that, he liked keeping his spirits up. Therefore, he could be seen frolicking between the flowers around him, on ocassion even biting the 'heads' off some of them.


    ♚ makaio

  • PLOT WITH LEONARDO



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    You want them to have a thread together (a private one?)


    If not, Leo could always just join the most recent thread I posted (Or we could even do both options =3)



    ♚ makaio

  • The Faker // Open + Child



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    The young male let out a high pitched squeak as he was poked by the other, his small legs moving in the jaws of his mother as he tried to back away from the unknown threat. He didn't actually know the intentions of the other, considering everthing just sounded muffled to him, and he couldn't even see yet, but he didn't like what was happening to him currently. He got that his mother was holding him (or so he believed by scent), but who were these other people? They only smelled a little like his mother, and although he didn't know it, it was due to them being from the same clan.


    Sniffling softly in his mother's grasp, the small bundle of fur would hope the event he just went through wouldn't end up repeating itself. After all, it hadn't been the most pleasant thing, having an unknown force jab at your cheek and all.



    ♚ makaio

  • BOUGHT A HUNDRED DOLLAR BOTTLE [Rum Night]



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    Padding up to stand beside his mother, the small canine would look around curiously as well, wondering who had all showed up so far. Unlike his mother, he hadn't yet gained much knowledge on other clans and the scent of them, so he couldn't identify which groups had come so far. It did however seem to be mostly adults by the looks of it, so he felt a tad awkward being the only kid so far.



    ♚ makaio

  • No Where To Run Or Hide ;; Open



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    In all honesty, the pup hadn't even noticed he was playing in the same field that held the old healer. Probably be cause the other had blended in quite well with their color pattern, as well as the fact they weren't nearly as active as he currenty was. "Huh?" the canine would ask, halting before trying to look around and spot who had spoken to him. Ah, there! There the hidden voice was, it was coming from Leo! Oh how had he even missed the other? It was rather surprising really how he hadn't bowled the other over yet in his mad dash of happiness through the yellow weeds.


    "Oh sorry mister, I didn't see you there" Weed would apologize, not realizing the other was trying to be playful rather than mean. Oh well, the other probably deserved an apology for something anyways, even if that thing may or may not happen in the future instead of now.



    ♚ makaio

  • banjo banjo hear me play | private



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    The male wasn't up to anything productive, which was actually fairly normal considering he was a child, and literally had no responsibilities whatsoever at this point of his life. That didn't mean however that he couldn't look for something to do. There was bound to be something after all, even if he was so far having trouble finding that something. Oh well, it would probably turn up eventually.


    And heyy, would you look at that? There was Leo, doing some voodoo shit over there! "Hey mister, are you doing witchcraft?" Weed would ask as he bounded over, taking what he heard and saw (that being the dyes and the language he couldn't personally identify) into perspection. That would be cool, although sadly that wasn't actualy true, but rather just his idea. Perhaps it was even a bit offensive to the other, but what did he know anyways? He was just a child after all.



    ♚ makaio

  • banjo banjo hear me play | private



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    The young canine was quite bummed when he heard the other wasn't actually practicing witchcraft. "Oh.." Weed would respond, his voice falling flat with disappointment. That would have been fun to see! He heard his father was a demon, so maybe it might have even been a bit relateable to him.


    He didn't let himself fall victim to disappointment for long though, and before soon he was back to his cheerful nature. Oh, he was being offered to dye things with the other? He wasn't too sure what they meant by special dyes that felt different, but whatever, it wasn't probably important to him since he could see.


    "Oh okay!" the mix would smile, trotting towards the other to a point further than where he had stopped previously. If the old man wanted help, then obviously he would give it. That was a good way to be polite after all. Not to mention, the activity did seem rather fun to him.



    ♚ makaio

  • Taco Bowls Unite ;; Open - Scarclanner



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    Was he allowed to be here? Probably not, considering he hadn't told anyone upon his departure from Scarclan, but hopefully no one would find out anyways. But why was he hear anyways? Ah, that was mainly due to rumors, although he personally hoped this rumor to be true. If it were, he would be quite happy, and he'd be even happier if he were to perhaps get something out of the said rumor. Trotting towards the border, the young mixed canine would plop himself down, curious as to who would find him. Honestly, it was quite surprising how he had even found his way here, but of course he was quite the questionable male.



    ♚ makaio

  • Let Me Show You Something ;; Open + Joiner



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    Windclan. He had heard about this place from his mother. Apparently they were a bit slow on things, but honestly he wanted to check it out anyways. Perhaps he could even pace things up a bit. That would be cool if he somehow managed that. And if not, well, he would probably still try. Trotting towards the border in a rather happy manner, the pup would seat himself at the border and wait for someone to come across him.



    ♚ makaio