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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]His attention shifted to the massive lion hybrid. He looked so cold and indifferent, the boy wasn't sure that he should trust him, much less going with him to join a clan he'd never heard of. But did he really have a choice? This was his only option of shelter now as far as Dick could tell. How could he refuse the prospect of food, shelter, and care when he'd just lost it all?
He placed an incredibly tentative paw into Vader's outstretched hand.
"Okay," he murmured, just loud enough for the other male to hear. The events of the day had him so shaken up that he wasn't sure he'd be able to walk right all by himself. Hopefully somebody could provide him some support or something.
/ bam new dad
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick didn't feel that he'd served much of a purpose in his first few days in Windclan. That, he felt pretty bad about. Being a burden wasn't exactly his favorite pastime. But, the boy had promised himself that he would change that, not only to distract himself from... other things... but also to help his clan. He was part of a team now, and he would have to support that team if he wanted to get anywhere, right?
"I'll take one, please," he called. Though the crowd was certainly intimidating, and he was a bit on fight or flight mode from it, Dick needed to stick around to receive his task. He'd just have to fight through his paranoia this time.
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]The child was happy to see Poppykit out and about. He thought of her as a friend, though that might have been stretching their relationship a little, considering they'd only talked a couple times. But really, Dick was clinging onto any friends he had right now.
"Hullo Poppykit," the boy murmured as he padded over, sticking close to the other. While he knew her and Solardust, everyone else was a stranger. At least, currently. And strangers were dangerous to him. He didn't have much of a want to speak to them, considering what strangers had done to his family, so other than his greeting Dick's mouth was practically clamped shut. He eyed the small crowd, making sure he didn't get too close to them or out of the comfort of his friend's presence.
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]The boy was no stranger to fear. Ever since the night he'd joined, it seemed to shape his character and how he lived. It was a burden and Dick hated it, but he just couldn't seem to get rid of it, either. Vader had told him that fear was what kept him alive, and while there was of course truth to that, he didn't want to believe it. Fear was so negative, and life was so positive, that the two couldn't have possibly mixed in a way that was good.
But, Dick's fears stemmed from the dangers that lurked in the night. Mafia members with sharp claws were what he hid from, not inferiority or lack of self confidence. So as much as he wanted to relate to the new Windclan leader, to help him out or give him some advice, the kitten just couldn't.
"What's got you tied up in knots, sir?" came the child's meow. There was a small current of energy thrumming through him as he approached, a sign that said danger, but Dick didn't think there really was any. He would have to work on expelling that feeling soon.
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]"Kip!"
Dick had been friends with Kip since both of their parents had been alive. Seeing him go through the same thing he had was heart-wrenching for the boy, as he never wanted anyone else to experience that pain, not even the bullies that hurt him.
"Let's go."
The child held out his hand to his cowering friend, staring daggers at the others who had laughed at him. They all had it easy. They didn't have to go through the motions of grief and turmoil for someone that they loved most, and that wasn't fair, but again Dick didn't wish it on any of them. He just wished that they would understand.
"We can play a game if you want," the boy offered, his voice sweet, his attention returning to his friend. Memories of the dinner that they'd had returned to him. Both of them sitting around the table with his parents... it had been nice. "Any game you wanna play."
He remembered how hard it was to find family that had wanted him. Actually, none had wanted him. Dick had had to go to an orphanage for a while before he'd been adopted. Bruce was nice to him, but the love wasn't there. He just hoped that Kip would find someone better.
"Come on."
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]yells bc dick is boutta be so possessive of vader u guys dont even know
OO IM EXCITED FOR RAINBOW PILOT CHILD i lov her
and welcome!!!!
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick wasn't sure what to expect. He hadn't been in the clan long enough to experience any other announcements, so he supposed the topic could be anything from politics to something silly. That said, from the way Attie was acting, it seemed to be something to do with Henry as well. The boy was too new to know about their relationship, so he was brainstorming what might be said. Was a battle going on? Ooh boy, he hoped not- that would be very very bad for his paranoia. Hopefully the news wouldn't be quite so negative.Dick gave Poppykit a small smile as he settled down next to her, tucking his paws underneath himself. Hopefully he'd learn what the commotion was soon.
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]yay for children
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]i only have 2 days until spring break so if i dont die before then i'll be free yayyy
i love the 80s vibe...........
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]So... Dick didn't really know how he'd do this. He didn't know any good stories besides ones from the circus, but those were still very sensitive to talk about, for obvious reasons. The boy couldn't come up with a plot or characters to save his life, though, so he supposed writing a story was out of the question too. If he couldn't remember something like a fairytale, he didn't know what he would do! Maybe improvise? No, that would be so hard....
The pressure was great upon the boy.
But the time had come that he had to tell a story about something, so he might as well try his best.
"Uh... story time! Come, uh, hear a story! By me. If you want."
Dick gave a big smile to no one in particular. Oh boy, this was going to go... somehow.
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick had never learned to read and write. He was only five months old, so there was still plenty of time, but any stories he knew were all told to him orally. He'd just never really needed to know the skills where he'd lived before, and the only education he'd ever gotten was how to keep his form tight while performing.
"I wanna learn!" the child called as he skidded over, excited at the opportunity (obviously). While the fact that Pluto and Attie and Henry were all still very much strangers to the boy, and that was quite scary considering what he'd been through, he wanted to know how to read. That way he could learn, right? Books told you how to do anything, from what he'd heard. The prospect was enticing.
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]richard and poppy need to be best friends
like the type of best friend you can tell anything to and they stay best friends literally forever and it's not like cheesy
and they can get in trouble together doing silly kid stuff idk it would be cute though
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]heck yeah B^)
tbh they should be a cool kid squad who does cool kid stuff together?? like they all go adventuring together or something idk it would be fun (maybe a bit out of poppy's character but dick and chai would probably drag her along to have fun)
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick was still a child at this point, only five months old. His birthday was in November, but it felt like a long, long time ago. He had been through so much good, but enough bad to poison it. It was so hard now, he had so much responsibility and pressure upon him now that he felt ten times his age. The boy had been robbed of his childhood, and it wasn't fair at all.
"We'll get better," he meowed, trying on a smile as he gazed softly at them. From what he could tell, Solardust had improved a lot already. It wasn't like they were incapable of a better life, not at all.
His attention returned to the kitchen at their statement.
"Uh, actually..." he murmured, paw twirling on the floor. "Before, mom and dad, uh... they make me tea at night usually sometimes."
At the end of his sentence, he felt like he was just vomiting words out. Talking about his parents was still too big of a leap to take for him, no matter how much he thought he himself had improved from that first night. What he meant to say, though, was that each night before bed his parents had made Dick tea. Each night it had been a different kind, from strawberry oolong to plain mint and honey. It had been his nightly comfort, but he felt a bit embarrassed talking about it. Almost. He didn't know how much of his emotions was embarrassment, how much was grief, and how much was nostalgia. Though, could it be called nostalgia if the last cup of tea he'd received had been given to him just a week ago?
"But I'm fine with whatever you want."
The kitten pursed his lips and looked up hopefully at Solardust. He was still too small to reach any of the cabinets, unfortunately, but maybe they could help him out with this.
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]oh cool even better lmao!!! but yes they all need a thread for hijinks
i could make them all a thread where they go out and do some silly kid stuff ?? and then other windclanners can just react and reprimand or something idk but i love them
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Full Name: richard grayson
Nickname: dick
Gender: male
Birthday: nov 11th
Favourite Colour: yellow
Family in WindClan: vader is his dad
Human Appearance: robin from batman!!
Clothing Style: uhhh idk he'll wear anything pretty much? if u can get his superhero outfit in the game that would be really cool though :' -)
Preferred Music Genres: classic rock
Voice: robin from lego batman
Personality Type: energetic adventurer
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Oh no. People he cared about were here. Dick swiftly decided he would have to tell something nonfiction, something he knew intimately, a story that he could always retell perfectly. He knew what it was, he just didn't know if he could talk about it yet. It was so soon, but if he wanted to impress... well. Poppykit was one of his closest friends now, and Attie and Henry were two of the most important people in the clan, it seemed. There was also Elesis, who he didn't know, but she must have been important too. The boy clenched his jaw, contemplating, green eyes staring out at them.
"Uh... right! So. Before I came to Windclan, I uh... I was part of an acrobatics team with my family!" Dick swallowed before continuing, proud that tears hadn't already welled in his eyes. Hopefully it would stay that way, tear-free, but he couldn't be sure. "We were called the Flying Graysons and it was really cool. We performed, uh, at a circus. That was neat-o."
His voice was starting to crack a bit, and the child paused. Were people even interested in this story? Maybe now would be a good break, to make sure he could keep his composure, and the others were still listening.
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]YES omgg i need that in my life
who makes?
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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]yep!!!
