Posts by Spellpaw?

A writing class? Spellpaw figured any added literacy skills would be useful. Although he hadn't been expecting the class to be taught by a bird. "I'll join." Spell said, taking a seat.

Time was running out. An odd leaf that had already turned a shade of deep red on the ground had been a wake up call to Spellpaw as he patrolled through the woods. Despite the hot, sticky afternoons and bright evenings, summer was already drawing to a close and the apprentice knew it. He was not about to let his favorite season go out without a bang. This transitional time seemed just right to finally hold that carnival he had been talking about to Blazestar; he had always seemed to find a reason to put it off, but no longer. Today would be one filled with fun and the laughter of allies and Stormclanners gathered together to play and send off the season. Today would be grand. Spellpaw padded deliberately over to a stump he thought he would be heard and seen from and called out to the crowd of NPCs that had already gathered for the promised event. "Stormclan, I think we're ready to begin the carnival." Spellpaw announced in a tone that made him sound almost like he was trying to impersonate a TV show host.

EVENTS:

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//For those who signed up to run events, send me the link and I'll post them here. Once a few events are linked I'll start inviting allies.

Sure, that sounds great!

Spellpaw nodded, slowly. He hadn't really kept up with his ambassador work, had he? He almost felt guilty that Blaze was willing to make him a scribe. "I would gladly take up duty as a scribe if you are still willing to give me such a responsibility. If not, that's fine." he didn't want to push it though. He knew his activity hadn't exactly been top notch.

These machines were foreign creatures to Spellpaw. The slightly disconcerted apprentice said nothing as he fiddled with the computer that was now present in the library and positioned the microphone. A sudden flash of words onscreen made Spell's expression light up. Finally. The tom had been assigned to run a karaoke session as his weekly task, but he had never dreamed that it would turn out so difficult. Regardless, it was over now-- he just needed to call people over. Lowering the microphone, Spell began in a loud voice "Anybody interested in so-- ahh!" A low, ear piercing whine startled him halfway through speaking. That's right, it needs to be tuned. With a sigh, he set off to do battle with the speaker system once more. After a long time and a lot of frustrated growls, Spell returned back to the microphone looking calmly victorious, a hint of might have been exasperation mixed into his expression. Spellpaw began again, perhaps a little less smoothly, "So how does everybody feel about karaoke?"

Sephiroth was no unusual sight in Stromclan-- the lion had actually been around quite a lot in recent weeks and Spell was already beginning to accept him as a member of the clan family-- but then the kids followed. Spellpaw watched the two cubs with a blank expression as they trotted into camp. They obviously weren't Sephiroth's children, he was far too young. Does he have wildcat siblings? It dawned on Spell that he was staring now. "Er, hey Sephiroth! I didn't know you had any siblings." Spell suddenly realized how stupid that sounded-- Sephiroth was Blaze's kid which basically made the whole clan his siblings by default.

The idea of a cocktail party stirred only anxiety in Spellpaw, who associated them with the suffocating smell of alcohol and a throng of drunken adults yelling and giggling like fools. However, the apprentice felt as though he had a duty to shield his lion cub peer from the insanity of adult parties. The tabby padded over and took a seat beside Sephiroth, relieved to see that he was only having a pleasant conversation with Project. "Anything, huh? What's planned, Project?" his tone was casual, but he was inwardly worried about what the canine might cook up.

Spellpaw was glad to see someone starting up a game. Despite the fact that he was technically running the show, the apprentice couldn't find any harm in slipping out to play a few games. And besides, he liked Etherealpaw. "Mind if I play a round?" the tabby would ask, padding up.

Spell couldn't really argue with that. Project had a legitimate point-- everyone needed to get to know eachother again. Hopefully the canine was right about it not getting out of hand. "Okay," the tabby said slowly, "I'll join for the games."

Spellpaw wasn't the athletic type, so he didn't mind that the others had already started the race. Content to watch, the apprentice would take a seat a safe distance away. All three of the participants looked familiar to Spell, but one stood out the most. "Go, Blaze!" the tabby called out, flashing the leader a playful grin.

There had been no note. Beneath the cover of the October mist he had packed his books and left without a single goodbye to his family-- Stormclan then, but likely not anymore. That had been in the old country, where he had grown up a prodigy. And left a dropout and a failure. The thoughts stung like wasps in his brain. Even now, almost an adult and perhaps too long erased from clan memory for even Blazestar to recognize him-- if she was still around, that is-- he didn't know what possessed him to do it. Just up and left to come crawling back months later, disheveled and forgotten; hauling himself over mountains and for what? For a family that probably didn't exist anymore, that's what. But he had heard about this place and it had sounded too similar to be coincidental. Stormclan or not, it would be enough. Spellpaw (would he have to finish up his apprenticeship or would he parting with that name soon?) padded across the dense, packed layers of snow and allowed the blue sky and patches of bare, mud-sodden ground to carry his mind toward spring and the summer that would eventually follow. He imagined this place must be one of those lush, unforgettable open greens when the weather's hot. One of those the monarchs flock to. . . Did monarchs ever stray this far up the mountain? Perhaps he would stay and find out. Spellpaw stopped at what he guessed was the border by scent and imagined the look of pained resignation that must be on his face at the moment. Immediately he changed it. A pleasurable, friendly expression in his mind, more like a small, constipated dog in reality. He was ready to make some friends.

// Thanks! Good to be back.

A two-tailed ocelot. Spellpaw regarded the feline with fascination. "Er, hi." He began weakly. Is Blazestar here? he wanted to ask, but thought better of it and instead said "So this is the Frontier? This might be a funny question but has this place ever been called Stormclan?"