Posts by TITAN.

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    I'd like a place where he'd stand out at least a little? Tbh any clan is fine for him,, he's a sweetheart that can be sarcastic at times and he's a killer on the down-low lmao


    Any clan besides ShadowClan c:

    Ooh, these all sound interesting! I've been in all of them at one point and it's hard to choose hnnng
    Maybe I'll just try to get a feel for one and if one doesn't fit him then I'll move him.

    I'll take these all into consideration!
    Dang, BlizzardClan seems pretty popular, but it might be a bit too fast for me atm? If I get a lot of muse for Titan then I'll see about putting him there, though.

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    // school + rushed


    This place was so... beautiful! The clan that lived here must've been lucky. Tropical beaches, fruits, trees, climate... they had it all. And now he was going to be apart of it.


    Excited, Titan would attempt to calm himself and not appear like a hyperactive kitten. His amber eyes were bright and hopeful, and he came to a stop at a strong border scent. The snow leopard glanced around, hoping that someone was around. "Hello?" For an apprentice, his voice was already pretty deep and baritone-like. It seemed that "puberty" had hit him early on. Despite appearing young in age, he pretty much had the mentality of someone twice his age.

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    // thank you!! it's good to be back c:
    + oooo dang #snowleopardpowercouple


    Ah, someone was here! Giving a friendly smile to the shorter canine, Titan would chirp, "Hey there. Could I join your clan? RiverClan, right?" He wasn't exactly sure, since he heard that they had moved territories.


    His amber eyes fixated on another snowy figure: a leopard, just like him. Titan didn't know a lot of snow leopards himself, so this was an interesting sight. "Hm. I'll bet that I'd win." He huffed after hearing Himiko's words. When it came to fighting, he was highly confident in himself and he liked to believe that he was the best around. It was a strange thing, really; he was normally very casual and easy-going, but soemthing seemed to change about him when anyone doubted his abilities. "I'm Titan, by the way. Just Titan." The male didn't have any fancy last names or anything.

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    Titan nearly winced at the enthusiasm that split the air. He whipped his fluffy head to turn to the little dog and his amber eyes glinted. "Thank you." He responded to her acceptance, and he then added to her other question, "And without a loser, then we'd never be able to see who is strongest." And it turned out that this dog, Ivylee, was the leader. She seemed awful... bubbly. Maybe her style of leading just worked, especially in a pro-clan.


    The snow leopard turned his head sharply at the next voice and focused his gaze on the other male. His claws subconsciously dug into the ground as his muscles tensed, analyzing the wolf in front of him. He looked young, younger than him. Titan felt like he could kill him easily, right now, on the spot. He could fasten his teeth into his neck and snap it in half—no, he could tear his throat out. Maybe he could slice a gash into his neck and watch him bleed out? Yeah, then he could watch him die a slow and painful death.
    Titan had zoned out for a moment, blood and death on his mind. It was nothing personal towards the direwolf, anyways. He just felt enraged whenever anyone doubted his strength. He was strong. Nobody could defeat him. Nobody.
    He would give a huff and curtly state his name, "Titan."


    Titan, in an attempt to clear his mind, now focused on the unicorn. Wait, a unicorn? That was awesome! "It's nice to meet you." He said to her. He flicked a rounded ear before adding, "A... princess? Of what?" Did RiverClan have princes and princesses and kings and queens? That would be a pretty cool concept.

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    A weekly task? That sounded fun; after all, he wanted to be productive in this new clan. "Ah, me too." Titan said after Hope, looking down at the fluffball.

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    "You're on." Titan would say to Supernatural, showing up and flickering his amber gaze at her. His expression and tone was serious, and though he was challenging her, he was far from play-mode. He took pride in his fighting abilities and he wanted to prove to these RiverClanners that he was not to be underestimated.

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    Radiant Hope was the head doctor, correct? He would assume that she was promoting some apprentices for her medic team.
    Titan stood by, watching just out of curiosity.

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    // retro to recent events concerning bloodclan


    Titan swiveled his rounded ears. Ideas? He was all for productivity. The male sat down, glancing at Ivylee before adding, "Perhaps a boot camp? It could be with or without allies, whatever would be best." His voice was deep yet confident in his suggestion.

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    Hey there!
    Would anybody like to plot with Tit Titan? He's open to anything but capture, kill, maim, or litters.

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    "Well, aren't you two hardcore?"


    A deep voice would sound as the figure made his way towards the gathering. He took a seat in the sand, gazing at the horizon. He wasn't really a drinker; he had no problem with drinking on occasion, but he wasn't a drunkard. Titan found that a lot of people drank to forget, or just to simply seem cool. He wondered why these two liked to partake.


    Titan managed a small smirk while giving a glance to them, wondering what their reactions would be.

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    Were her observations correct? Well, yes. He wasn't buffed out, as he was simply too skinny to be so, but he undoubtedly skilled. It took months of hard work and determination to become the best fighter there was to get where he was now. He even took to mock-fights when he was little. Titan even practiced on his own when he could. It was the assumption that he was weak because of his build that always angered him, and that was why he was so intent on proving everyone wrong.


    Titan tensed when the wolf came charging forward, though he knew that she wouldn't hurt him. He folded his ears and let out an instinctive growl as Supernatural bit at his flesh. She managed to dig into his fur and he jumped back, not liking the idea of being bitten by the canine.


    Immediately after, Titan quickly made a jump to the side in an attempt to confuse his opponent and he aimed to spring off the ground and knock her over.

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    Titan cocked his head at the sight, seeing Rivulet all the way up in the tree. He stopped and sat down, curling his fluffy tail over his paws. "Comfortable?" He questioned. He didn't imagine that being in a tree was very comfy.