Posts by mogar.

loyalty towards a single group or clan was an odd concept for mogar. having loyalty in general was just a grand scheme of confusion. how could one just stay in one place, having one life surrounding that clan and its inhabitants, having to listen to orders constantly? he could never do that. never. although he was born in the now disbanded brotherhood, he couldn't remember anything about that place at all. his father, sköll, was a deputy at that time, but he had been chosen to follow his other father, slayer, out into the wilderness to join a foreign land. things happened, and mogar was abandoned. unintentionally abandoned. the curious tiger was looking at some flowers as his father kept walking, believing his son was trailing behind. alas, after the hyperactive mind of mogar died down, he was all alone. terribly alone.

stuff happened between that time and now. he was raised by wild wolves, having the mentality only of a true pack without the civilization that other clans would have. it was why he seemed to be an odd one out when he rejoined the brotherhood to be with his father. all that fell out of that mouth were grunts and growls, broken language rarely coming out. his beast-like body was covered with the skin of a prized bear he killed, which didn't sit well with the other bear that was part of the brotherhood. luckily he was able to friend few friends here and there, the most prominent two being his youngest half-brother and a feline named weiss schnee who taught him the basics of proper etiquette.

he couldn't remember them now.

the large tiger stood at the border of the blackheart rouges, the second replacement for his original bear cape draped against his broad shoulders and back. with the faint experience of joining the brotherhood in his mind, mogar had ideas as to how to show he wanted to join. a lack of proper structure for a language was not in his mind, so it would be quite difficult for the semi-feral man to really do anything. but it didn't hurt to try. he draped his tail around a leg loosely, boredom set upon his face.

WON'T YOU FOLLOW ME INTO THE JUNGLE ? ― TAGS.

loyalty towards a single group or clan was an odd concept for mogar. having loyalty in general was just a grand scheme of confusion. how could one just stay in one place, having one life surrounding that clan and its inhabitants, having to listen to orders constantly? he could never do that. never. although he was born in the now disbanded brotherhood, he couldn't remember anything about that place at all. his father, sköll, was a deputy at that time, but he had been chosen to follow his other father, slayer, out into the wilderness to join a foreign land. things happened, and mogar was abandoned. unintentionally abandoned. the curious tiger was looking at some flowers as his father kept walking, believing his son was trailing behind. alas, after the hyperactive mind of mogar died down, he was all alone. terribly alone.

stuff happened between that time and now. he was raised by wild wolves, having the mentality only of a true pack without the civilization that other clans would have. it was why he seemed to be an odd one out when he rejoined the brotherhood to be with his father. all that fell out of that mouth were grunts and growls, broken language rarely coming out. his beast-like body was covered with the skin of a prized bear he killed, which didn't sit well with the other bear that was part of the brotherhood. luckily he was able to friend few friends here and there, the most prominent two being his youngest half-brother and a feline named weiss schnee who taught him the basics of proper etiquette.

he couldn't remember them now.

the large tiger stood at the border of windclan, the second replacement for his original bear cape draped against his broad shoulders and back. with the faint experience of joining the brotherhood in his mind, mogar had ideas as to how to show he wanted to join. a lack of proper structure for a language was not in his mind, so it would be quite difficult for the semi-feral man to really do anything. but it didn't hurt to try. he draped his tail around a leg loosely, boredom set upon his face.

/lmao copy n paste joining bc i'm tired

looks were awfully deceiving for sure. as much as it looked like mogar could crush a creature's skull with just two paws (which he could, but hardly did it unless it was a dire situation), his attitude was completely different with those that posed no threat to him, especially a child. the beast peered down at the small cub with soft brown eyes, wondering if this was a windclanner. he still didn't remember the scents of each clan, so to be sure that alice was one was an impossibility. he was confused by the words the child spoke. he was used to the typical 'name and business' question whenever a stranger came up, so it took some time for his brain to decipher what each word meant. he had thought for awhile, finding a decent meaning for the whole sentence that he could comprehend. "mogar is here to join windclan. this windclan, right?" his voice said in a low voice, voice dripping with pure curiosity and nothing more. he noted the serval coming up besides alice, but he paid no real attention. he just wanted an answer. anyways, if this wasn't windclan, he honestly wouldn't mind. as long as he could crash somewhere, it was better than nothing.

he planned what he was going to stay during his joining, but didn't think what he was going to say or even do after he was accepted into the clan. the tiger was glad to hear that he was in windclan, and that he was accepted. but what after that? he just gave a few wild grunts of faint confirmation as he wondered what else to do. he was quiet afterwards before formulating a jumble of words off the top of his head. "mogar is thankful that... he has a home now. mogar does not know how to get there. is there a... p-po-possibility for a," he pauses, already a bit flustered about having to try a few times to get the word 'possibility' down. he couldn't think of the word where someone shows someone else around. that's what he did in the brotherhood, and weiss schnee had helped him with the word. he was becoming impatient and frustrated, and he stomped a large paw angrily on the ground. "mogar cannot think of the word!"

what a pathetic display.

mogar was never really interested in herbs, or plants in general. his large strong paws easily squished the poor herbs whenever he tried to gently grab them, and his always occupied mind was focused more on battles and wars rather than healing. still, it was vital to know even the most basics if something were to go awry. with a quiet look, the large brute sat himself farther away from most in the group, waiting for it to begin.