Posts by WITCHCRAFT W.

oh i love killing stalking!!! im a big horror fan

man, everyone in blizzclan is getting attacked

Witchpaw thought. "No... I was just reading, and they came over and were like 'hey can you do me a favor?' and I, glad to help a clanmate out, said 'sure!' and then they came and chomped on me. My neck." He showed Mie the healing wound. "I thought I was going to die again, but I didn't. However, it still hurt a lot... I'll be fine, though." He said, rubbing the injury.

Witchpaw, unlike the rest gathered, wasn't a romantic or a serial flirter. He had a few crushes on some Blizzardclanners at one point, and had a boyfriend, but it wasn't like he had intended to romance Eggpaw smoothly. His confession had been a shaky 'I like-like you!" and it still embarrassed him to this day.

"Jersey, why do girls flock to you? Is it cause' you can make cannolis?" He asked, completely serious, unsure what made his clanmate a walking chick magnet. He tilted his head. Was there a bigger market for those skilled in cannoli making than he thought? Well, the Italian treat was certainly good. Maybe he should learn how to make it for Eggpaw.

SWEETOPHELIA. sorry this took so long to make!

Witchpaw had gotten somewhat used to the smell of rotting flesh, the creak of stiffened bones, and the lifeless in his eyes. He was aware he didn't exactly appear dead, since he had magic to hold him together as if he was a stitched-with-love doll, but it still took a toll on him. Plus, his back legs still hurt from leaping off Ska'arq during that party evacuation, and then later being attacked by Kageyama. Luckily, he healed pretty quickly, but it still ached dully.

He wanted to see his beloved mentor and role-model. He just wanted someone to talk to. She was the most understanding out of everyone, he supposed. After all, she knew him best. She had been in his life the longest, and had mentored him.

He gently pawed at her hut's door. "Sweetophelia? It's me, Witchpaw."

PIERCE P. jeez i am so bad at making threads in a timely manner im so sorry ;w;

Witchpaw was still coping with what the world threw at him, even if it hit him square in the face like a baseball going ninety miles-per-hour. He was a pretty resilient boy, surprisingly. He had learned magic in situations just like this, and was glad he had tons of spells under his belt for every occasion.

However, he didn't have a spell for become best friends with Pierce, so he'd have to do that by himself. To be honest, Witchpaw had always found the male as attractive, and he had cried into his fur before, so they were basically best friends already (by Witchpaw's standards) but he had to make sure the serval saw him the same way. To be honest, he didn't have many close bonds, save Sweet and Egg; everyone was kind of away from him.

"Pierce! It's your pal, here to visit," He said, on the doorstep to Pierce's hut.

Witchpaw beamed at the sight of the older male, and trotted in happily. To be honest, he really didn't have a reason to come visit, sans just wanting to hang out with the vice-leader. Witchpaw generally looked up to all the positions higher than him, but Pierce was the subject of his current fascination- along with Mie. Witchpaw had dreams of one day becoming a vice-leader, and then leader. He imagined the scene in his head too often. Witchstar, he told himself, wanting to keep the traditional naming theme if he ever became leader.

"Oh- your den's so pretty!" Witchpaw said, noticing the splashes of color all around. Witchy assumed painting was his hobby. "It's like a studio," The deputy announced, turning. "Oh! What's your magnum opus?" He asked, curious to see Pierce's best work here.

Witchpaw grinned, looking at Sango. She was certainly dignified, fitting for a leader. He had met a few leaders before, and he noticed all of them had a certain air to them. (Well, except for Littlestar, but she had her own unique style.) He wanted to get to know the shadowy leader. "Hi, Miss Sango," He greeted. "Thank you for having-"

There was Aleksei, and Witchpaw cringed. He was in front of an allied leader! Witchpaw was a deputy, so he realized he had the authority to scold him. "Aleksei. There's no reason to get aggressive. We're Blizzardclanners, we have to respect the clan we were invited to visit." He turned his gaze back to Sango. "Sorry for that."

Witchpaw wasn't a Shadowclanner, just a Blizzardclanner on an exchange program, so he felt like it'd be weird to ask for a gift. Surely, they didn't know him at all, but he appreciated the fact Calina was being nice. It was nice to see a change of faces. "Hey, I'm Witchpaw," The charcoal deputy said. "From the member exchange." He added, just in case they forgot. "Just watching, I don't need a gift." He said jokingly, not expecting one anyways.

Like Pad had mentioned earlier, Witchpaw was a pro at dying via stairs. Of course, it wasn't really the stairs that killed him, it was the fact Henri's daughter did impale him with lightning, and then kicked him down. Honestly, it was a pretty epic way to go, if it hurt more than anything else in his life. Sometimes, the phantom pain came back, and he felt a white-hot burning through his organs.

Witchpaw didn't like to be around the stairs often, but here he was anyways. Pad was here too, so he'd be okay if someone else wanted to stab him. "What's going on?" The deputy asked curiously.

He then gazed at the kitten. "Well, you're clearly injured. Hold up, I'm good at yelling." He said, and turned back. "LOTTIE!" He hoped that would be enough to contact their head medic.

He turned back to the child. "Hey. Hey. It's gonna be okay. I'm Witchpaw, and that dude's Pad. We're gonna take care of you."

ISELOTTA

Witchpaw didn't really need any other accessories, as he had his hat and scarf when it got cold. Nonetheless, he liked to be where everyone else was as he was a social creature. Especially if his mentor was around, since he enjoyed her presence a lot. He padded up next to her, and gazed on the flower crown. "Looks amazing, Miss Sweet!" The smoky feline said, offering his role model a toothy grin. "You look like a goddess!"

i vote pokemon :^)

okay so my blizzardclanner here is pretty occultish, and so i feel like he'd definitely start a cult

so far i know they'll worship Satan and other lesser demons (if your character is a demon, they can be worshipped!!)

and there will be a hierarchy of ranks within the cult, with witchpaw being the cult's leader

and they'd meet twice a month or something

and anyone would be allowed to join, but they can't be hostile to enemy clans lol

so i need opinions / suggestions!!! (please throw name suggestions at me)

Awesome! A shout-out. Witchpaw grinned, happy to make Sweetophelia proud of him. He was her loyal apprentice, after all. "Thanks, Sweet!" He was so glad his activity had paid off. Of course, there was his father's inactivity warning, but he knew his dad was strong. He'd recover, surely. Witchpaw heard the titles given out as well, and bounded over to Pierce. "Congrats! That's such an awesome award!"

Witchpaw turned to her, flattening his ears. "Nah, I've got a lot of anti-rot spells, but if I do neglect to cast them... yeah, I'll rot." Witchpaw said, and then shrugged. He thought he better tell Sweet what really happened to him in private. "And yeah... off the staircase. I kind of fell down. Like a slinky." He said, making the motion of a slinky with his paws. "I'm fine though. Don't worry..."