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Gifts? Did he hear someone say gifts? Well that sounded awesome! How kind of them! He remembered giving gifts to Blizzardclan, which had been a fun experience on it's own, but now to recieve gifts from another group? Oh now that was just wonderful.
Bouncing over to Sanepaw and the stranger, the canine mix would grin happily to the female at the border. "Thanks for the gifts, miss, they're highly appreciated!" the pup would happily voice, his voice pitched as he spoke due to his young age. Oh he just loved meeting new people, and this one seemed right up his ally.
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Etiquette? What was that? Well, Weed supposed if he joined in, he would find out. That was how it worked after all. Right? He was pretty sure that was how it worked, although he was also quite well known for just assuming things.
Bounding over with a large grin on his muzzle, the pup would happily squeak. "Oo! Oh can I join?" the young canine would ask in excitement. Obviously he needed some training in etiquette, it was rather clear he knew nothing at all about it other than saying 'ma'am, sir, and miss'.
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"Hey guys! Why're are you all crowded around here and- Ooo! Presents!" Weed would ask before switching his concentration onto the neatly wrapped gifts on the group. It seemed to be three. Well, two now, as Luke had already opened his. But what were they for? His mother had told him you got gifts on Christmas from Santa, but Christmas was supposed to be at the end of December. And this most definitely wasn't December. Not even close really. Or was it Luke's birthday? And this was a mini birthday party for the other. No, he would have been invited. Well, he should be invited, he couldn't just decide what others wanted.
But then, he didn't see anyone give the gift to Luke, which made him go back to the Christmas idea, which he still knew wasn't true. Oh well, he supposed he would find out eventually what this really was. And oo! There was a gift with his name on it!
Picking it up between his forepaws, the canine would lift the heavy package up before dropping it in defeat. Oh well, it seemed like he would have to open it here. Picking off the bow and sticking it onto his head, the canine would bite down on one side of the wrapping paper before ripping it off. Unlike Luke, he hadn't been focused on neatly taking off the paper. Then again, he was just a pup, he didn't understand that he was probably making a mess out of things.
After the paper was removed, the canine realized his gift had been... books? Pushing the first one off the stack, the male would open it to find a picture of marigold staring back at him. A book of flowers? But... hadn't Kate said she would give him some of these? And where was Kate anyways? He hadn't seen her yet today. Which made him wonder where exactly she was. "Hey, has anyone seen Kate?" the small male would ask curiously, his amber gaze blinking as he looked up at the group of Windclanners. Maybe they knew. Little did he know, this was actually a rather sad moment for the rest of them, because unlike him, they had realized that Kate had left for Windclan already.
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"Hmmf?" Weed would ask, although the words ended up mumbled under his breath due to his intent on not dropping the basket. Setting it onto the ground, the canine would try again to speak now that his mouth had been cleared. "Oh hi miss! I'm Weed, I come with gifts from Windclan!" the pup would introduce. It was true that he hadn't been asked his name and business, but he had just gotten so used to answering the question upon arriving at foreign clans that it had become rather automatic for him.
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Yes please, an interaction between the two sounds great <333
Any plot ideas for it so it doesn't go dead? What does Roman have interests in?
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Just the part on what happens to Amphion when the tag gets removed, and if this is an ongoing plot where Weed ends up taking smaller items of Amphion before going after their tag.
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Nodding to Kate as the other went off to sit on the side of the clearing, the male would then turn to Victorianpaw, the next to arrive. Male penguins take turns sitting on eggs? Well that was certainly interesting, all he had no idea what that had to do with soccer. Oh well, he decided not to ask in case he offended the advisor. Now that was something he wanted to avoid the best he could. Offending anyone was really just something he wanted to avoid the best he could.
Turning to Sanepaw next, the male would nod. "Yeah, same here! Although I gotta admit, I was hoping that calling it soccer would drag more attention here, so I called it that instead of football, but it seems most others here know it as football rather than soccer as well" Weed would agree to the apprentice, his amber gaze blinking.
Alright good, another player. There was enough for a small match now. And oh look, here came Henry! And what? The other thought not everyone would be okay with them joining? How silly, he saw no reason why they wouldn't. "You're our leader, why wouldn't we be alright with you joining?" the canine would ask, curious why the older male would think such a thing. Honestly, this was Windclan. Everyone got along and were happy here. If they weren't.. well this clan certainly wouldn't be held together as well.
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"Ambassador? Oh no, we don't do that sort of stuff in Windclan- we just do weekly gift baskets that anyone can sign up for, so that we can always be sure our allies are gifted weekly" the male would explain in response, deciding the other probably had the right to know. Honestly, he always find the idea of the ambassador system rather flawed. What if someone forgot to give gifts to their ally they were assigned that week? Then a whole clan will miss out on presents from an ally! And that just didn't sound fun. Plus it sort of helped keep alliances, giving gifts each week. Plus, when you mixed up who was gifting which clan, the allies felt more important because they didn't just have one person coming to them per week, but someone new who was relatively interested in their clan.
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Ooo, a makeshift fort! That sounds like something that Weed would do! Yeah I'm totally up for that!
And you're willing to make? Thanks so much <33
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maybe Thalia could befriend Weed? I'm mobile rn so i can't say much, however what are some of Thalia's interests? (Reading, flower picking, etc.)
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tbh i liked radicalclan when there was less hate against men, back when Peter led it. Now though it just seems if you have a male character you won't get anywhere, and that the character's life is just going to have to suck.
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"My butt doesn't have a name, but I do! It's Weed, but I bet you already know that!" the small canine would cheer lightly as he bounded over, a grin on his muzzle. He didn't get that the other was joking around, but perhaps his answer would just sound funny because of that. He didn't know. He didn't really understand why he had introduced himself to the other again though, considering he was pretty sure the other already knew him. And if not.. well then they were a rather crappy clanmate really.
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"Oo! Are you a trespasser?" Weed would ask cheerfully as he bounded over. That was the idea he held in place due to what Victorianpaw had said, although of course he didn't know she had actually been talking to her bee considering he hadn't see it. No, he was much too focused on this 'trespasser' to pay attention to some bug that made an annoying sound wherever it went as well as stung others.
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Come over here if you want to play truth or dare and/or spung the bottle! That was what Weed had heard that had sent him running. He hadn't even bothered to listen to the part about eating snacks or just watching others play. Hell, why would anyone want to just someone else play a game? Now that just sounded boring. As for what game he was interested in playing. Well that was truth or dare, mainly because he knew what it was. Although, if he did know what spin the bottle was, he'd probably try to veer away from the idea considering he found kissing quite gross. "I wanna play! I wanna play!" the canine would cheer happily, his amber gaze landing on the male as he came over to the apprentice. Oh this would be fun. And who knew, perhaps he would end up getting mixed into the spin the bottle crowd, and end up learning the hard way just what the game was about.
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"Can I join, sir?" Weed would ask as he padded over, a little bounce to his step as he neared the growing group. He wasn't too sure about herbs, as he didn't know much about them, but boy did he like flowers. Besides, maybe he would learn something important from this. He always liked to learn new things, even if at times it took a while to get to know.
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omg i just realized they're both flower loving bois
Rather than how Roman felt currently, Weed himself was rather happy right now. Why? Well, he didn't quite know why, but did there really need to be a reason? Nah, you can be happy just because, you don't need some lame excuse. He had to be honest though, he hadn't really expected to run into anyone else on his outting, let alone a stranger who wasn't actually from Windclan. Oh well, he supposed just because they were an outsider, that didn't mean they didn't deserve the same treatment he gave to his clanmates.
"Hi there! I'm Weed! What's your name?" the small pup would ask curiously as he bounded right up to the stranger, not aware that doing such a thing to a trespasser wasn't smart. Oh well, he'd probably learn eventually- and the hardway too most likely.
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maybe he could befriend my flower boi?
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@ALBERTA
How about Weed and Thalia both end up meeting eaching other in the loner lands while out collecting seashells? Does that sound like something that could happen? And then they maybe start playing on the beach together?
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"You mean Windclan, right?" Weed would ask as he padded to stand next to the apprentice, turning towards the older male. He was pretty sure this wasn't Riverclan. And if it were, well then boy was he lost. Not to mention, how could he have even ended up in Riverclan? It wasn't like he was off to visit Kate or anyone, although perhaps later for that idea.
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Well that was nice to see. Quite nice, considering the friendly response back from the previously rather angry apprentice. Especially since for all Weed could know, this easily could have been someone rather hostile against him. He wasn't too sure what to say however as the other made a comment on his name. Was it because they thought he was named after marijuana? That's what most thought because his father was of the cartel. Besides, who named their kids "weed" anyways? That was normally something considered bad. Like it wasn't actually wanted. That's why you weeded out groups. That was why you weeded the garden. You were getting rid of what seemed to be leeches. So although the other probably meant it as a compliment, it wasn't really to him.
"So umm.. what're you doing here?" the young male would inquire, deciding he may as well find out why this "Romanpaw" fellow was here. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy the other's company, even if he had only just met them, but rather he didn't want them to get in trouble or anything. They seemed nice after all, and why should someone nice get in trouble for doing basically nothing wrong?
