Posts by WILDYONDER ?!

Wildyonder didn't have a lot of interest in being a medic. It wasn't that he didn't want to help others, and it certainly, certainly wasn't that he didn't want others to come to him with their problems, but rather he was self-conscious about it. It seemed half of the disabled population he'd met was a medic of some sort, or at least a non-fighter, and a large part of Wildyonder feared that giving up his old dreams of being an average warrior in favor of being a medic like every other blind kid on the block would be the same as giving up on his own potential. It wasn't him. He wouldn't let it be him.

But that didn't mean he couldn't try to learn a thing or two in case of emergency. The tom trotted over, smile sunny and ears eager. "Too late to join in?" he called, tail swishing contentedly behind him. "But I'll warn you--if you plan to blindfold me, it won't do much good."

Wildyonder couldn't deny his love for a good fight, and yet he still claimed to be a pacifist--but like, in the Superman kind of way: "Let me punch this guy in the name of peace!" Perhaps not the most effective way to fight evil, but certainly a fun one. However, it had been a while since he'd had a good reason to punch someone, unless he counted that time a Riverclanner startled him and had gotten a swift sock to the jaw. He felt a bit bad about that. Oops?

The tabby was sprawled out in the shade on the outskirts of camp, stretched out on a comfy patch of earth. He'd been resting a good part of the day, but he was getting restless. He'd been wracking his brain a while now, and at last an idea came to mind. Nothing fancy, but something to pass the time that could also double as being somewhat useful. He was definitely rusty in fighting. In fact, he wasn't sure he'd fought at all since his vision had deserted him entirely. Wildyonder flipped onto his stomach and slowly made his way to a standing position. "Anyone want to spar?" he called out pleasantly. "Nothing fancy--just a simple spar, sheathed claws, no powers... preferably not fighting to the death."

Robbie's attempts to make himself look larger and tougher were in vain. Wildyonder's milky eyes stared through and beyond the tiger. The nervous stammering, however, did not go unnoticed. The tabby's sunny grin was wiped away, replaced with a look of mild concern. "Are you okay?" he questioned. His worry likely wouldn't do much for the tiger apart from making him self-conscious, but Wildyonder had noble intentions, at the very least. He bit his lip, the realization that asking wouldn't help finally dawning on him. "Ah..." His bright expression returned. "Yes, the Blizzardclan ambassador. Since we're on our trial week now, Sweetophelia saw it fit to assign an ambassador. Hopefully for more than just a week--if all goes well!" As another scent approached--Wildyonder recognized it as another Sunclanner--he chose to remain silent, just as they did. He'd leave them alone with their snacks.

Wildyonder approached, a bit late for the actual joining, but early enough to still get an introduction. So he thought. He bit his lip, moderately amused, as the wolf wrote his name in the dirt. That was... immensely unhelpful for the blind tom. "Er..." Wildyonder's milky eyes were fixed just above the wolf's head. "Do you have nickname? I, ah, can't exactly read." He cleared his throat, grinning slightly. "I'm Wildyonder, by the way."

Wildyonder wasn't generally all that sensitive about his blindness. But when it came to doubting his actual ability, his potential, it stung a little bit. Even when it was true. Wildyonder shifted where he stood, his smile wavering slightly, but not fading. "I'm sure if anyone attacks Blizzardclan, they'll have no qualms about it," he replied somewhat tartly. His voice soon regained its typical sweetness. "I'd like to spar because I need some practice. I don't claim to be an incredibly strong opponent." Wildyonder looked just as relaxed as he had before, and there was no longer a trace of sourness in his voice or expression. He knew he was no pro wrestler or martial artist, but he would punch pretty hard if he got upset enough. All he had to do was work around his eyes. How hard could it be? Besides, he'd certainly have an advantage in the darkness! There was always a bright side.

Wildyonder was having trouble matching each name to a voice. The tom was fine in one-on-one interaction, but he tended to get confused in groups of three or four. As for differentiating their scents? Forget it. They all smelled like Sunclan to him. "Nice to meet you all, then!" he chirped. He remained confident, at least externally, as he spoke with the quickly-growing group. In all honestly, he was a bit nervous--for all he knew, they were all scowling and shaking their heads to one another. He couldn't see the smiles, the winks, the nods. Just because he couldn't detect hostility in their voices didn't mean there wasn't any. But Wildyonder had known the risks when he signed up for being ambassador, and he'd been prepared to face them. He'd just have to trust that everything would turn out fine. Hey, good thing he was an optimist!

"As for snacks, I brought a variety of stuff--one of our members recently went out and brought back a whole bunch of twoleg stuff, so I'm not sure what all that is, but we also have basic stuff like frehskill and berries. I hope there's enough to go around..." he hummed lightly, trying to figure out how many Sunclanners were present. Four, maybe? "You... All of your names are so fancy. Robespierre, Archangel, Shirin, and..." Oh boy. "Sargenallel." Nailed it. "Even your rank names--Goldenblood! Not sure what it is, but it sounds important. I'm a paladin trainee over in Blizzardclan. Nothing fancy, not a lot of power, but I'm proud nonetheless!"

And suddenly everyone was willing to fight the blind guy. Well, not that Wildyonder was complaining--he had asked for it. First Alexus, then Vaughn. If he was being honest, he wasn't keen on hitting either of them. Alexus seemed sweet, from what he'd seen of her so far--he had a feeling he'd end up pulling his punches. And Vaughn didn't sound particularly motivated. Then Aleksei spoke up again--oh, now he was okay with fighting? Wildyonder couldn't hide an amused smile. "Good answer." What, had Aleksei been testing him or something? Well, if Wildyonder's reply had been enough to make his clanmate have a change of hart so fast, he must be doing something right.

Wildyonder shifted slightly in the direction of Alexus and Vaughn. 'Thanks for the offers, guys. I appreciate it--but frankly, I don't want to hit you guys," he laughed. "Ah, not that I have a strong desire to smack Aleksei, but admittedly I'd be more comfortable with it." He sounded sheepish now. His whole body shifted to directly face his opponent. "No offense to you, of course. Should we start now?"

Wildyonder failed to pick up on Vaughn's deflation, as it hadn't even crossed his mind that not wanting to hit someone might make them feel bad. Although, in truth, had he been told that, he likely would have had a similar reaction. Wildyonder knew all too well what it was like to feel useless. Right now, however, his mind was on something else.

The tom flicked his ear in acknowledgement of Jerseyboy, taking a brief moment to speak to the male before he would focus back on Aleksei. "Alright. Maybe the winner can fight you... or something like that," he laughed brightly. He had no doubt that Jers would be an eager opponent. His smile was wiped oddly quickly as his attention snapped to his current opponent the moment the word "go" sounded. Wildyonder's ears pricked, and he took a calculated step backwards, breathing as quietly as he could and willing Aleksei to make the first move. The second he did, Wildyonder would lock onto his location and make his own move.

"Of course!" There wasn't a moment of hesitation between Alexus's question and Wildyonder's response. The tom loved to work in teams, being the socialite he was, and being personally asked was all the more delightful. He let out a light hum, clearly satisfied. "So, do you know much about medicine?" he asked his partner, figuring it couldn't hurt too make small talk while they waited for the real fun to begin.

i can definitely offer wildyonder up for this!

but idk if you wanna do that considering the recent crap that went down with blizzardclan lol c; or maybe that's the perfect reason to do it. WAR

are there any off-limits clans that the cartel can't touch? apart from allies, i assume

*zooms in on souped-up bandwagon*

AYYYYYYYY

just curious at this point, since he's been here a lil while now c;

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anyone mind telling me you ooc opinion on wildyonder

as well as your character's ic opinion?