Posts by Chance of RiverClan

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  • Add Me In // O; Joining

    Nervous. Nervous. Nervous. This was an odd creature he hadn't seen around before, and she looked to be a stranger to the territory. Surely the fluff demon would be memorable after all. His paws shook a tiny bit as he crept to shore - careful not to get his paws wet - and called out for her. "Hello? Stranger?" Rude. That was rude. A voice shouted at him to be more polite. But the past can't be helped. "May I ask your business with RiverClan?"


    chance + pitbull + seven moons + riverclan

  • I'M ONLY NINETEEN | Open + Introduction | BUT MY MIND IS OLDER

    Chance was not one for books. Or social interaction. Why even join this conversation? He didn't want to seem dumb, that was a big fear of his, but he couldn't read. Stories could be nice though, so he found something to ask. "What is it about?" Rude. He didn't even introduce himself. After a second's pause he stuttered back up, "My name is Chance, by the way."

    chance + pitbull + seven moons + riverclan

  • one sided romance maybe ??

    I'm not sure how interesting a plot it would be, but if anyone wants to have a failing, kinda empty relationship with chance that'd be cool?

    it wouldn't really matter who is who, but chara X could fall for chara Y, they could date for a little bit before Y realizes they're not interested, but is too nervous to break it off. In the case of chance being Y, he would not have the courage to do this. and as char X i can see him falling for and projecting too hard onto his love.

    Any gender would work, Chance is roughly 7 months for age ref. I'm still kinda working on his 'type' exactly so honestly any personality would be interesting.

    chance + pitbull + seven moons + riverclan

  • Weekly Task Signup

    READ SOMETHIN WRONG IGNORE THE EDIT

    gardening is usually my go to, like plant flowers or start an herb garden. maybe finding a pet would be something new?

    chance + pitbull + seven moons + riverclan

  • Add Me In // O; Joining

    Well she definitely "scared the crap" out of Chance. The fangs and deep voice added to her spookiness. With the puff of smoke, he took a quick step back, as not to get caught in whatever the hot breath held. "We-welcome to Riverclan, Rookwolk." He swallowed hard and smiled. "My name is Chance. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you out, too." Please, for the love of the stars, let their be nothing she needed. There probably would be something though. Yaay.

    At least Desmond was here, he was intimidating enough to hide the slightly shaking pitbull.

    //edit effin ninja'd rip

    chance + pitbull + seven moons + riverclan

  • Hello, I'm... // O; M&G

    Oh no here she was again. He remembered meeting the demon on the border, and he had been so sketchy... hopefully she would overlook that now. The pitbull puppy carefully padded over, sitting near the familiar face of Ninja. "Hello Rook, are you making yourself at home nicely?" The sentence didn't make much sense, but he had to ask something other than the feline's name, since he was a little familiar with her already.


    [ngl after reading over rook's bio, 10/10 chara design I love]


    chance + pitbull + seven moons + riverclan

  • OH NO // open

    The pitbull puppy was pretty new to the group, so he was not familiar with the member. Meet and greets weren't really his thing, granted nothing was really his thing, he enjoyed staying at home alone and sleeping or eating.

    Nevertheless, he meekly padded to the area and smiled at the feline. "Hello, my name is Chance." Awkward. You're so awkward. Please stop trying. The canine pushed away the thought.


    hance + pitbull + seven moons + riverclan


  • SUN AND STARS / open, sunclan leader

    SunClan? Chance had heard of the place, of course, but never visited. Sounded interesting. New people though were scary, and as such he was nervous in approaching the visitor. He smiled and dipped his head in hello at the stranger, but did not say more.

    chance + pitbull + seven moons + riverclan

  • Hello, I'm... // O; M&G

    "That's awesome," he responded before curiously listening to the rest of the conversation. Who were the Ciphers? He wasn't familiar with any families, so this interested him. But asking was probably rude, or if it wasn't he would be seen as dumb, either way the dog kept his trap shut.

    chance + pitbull + seven moons + riverclan

  • i'm twisted up // open, treasure chest

    Something incredibly minor had happened today that triggered Chance's anxiety. While walking through camp he stumbled a tiny bit. It was so insignificant that if anyone had noticed, it'd be a surprise if they still remembered that it happened. Nevertheless, the pitbull had to get out of camp. Being in the area around everyone made his chest clench like it was in the talons of an eagle.

    He was walking on the beach, feeling the sand squish into his toes. He didn't like water, or sand, but the moist sand was kind of nice. The sun setting made the shore an orange color, and the shapes in the distant were silhouetted. One shape in particular caught his attention, a square box-looking figure sticking out of the sand.

    Upon approaching the object in question, Chance discovered it to be something similar to a pirate's chest. It was upside down and partially covered in sand, so the male had no hopes of opening it himself. The latch was easy enough to open, he concluded after digging around the chest a bit.

    It's contents were a mystery. It's origin was a mystery. He wanted whatever was inside.

    [lame attempt at making more threads but it's better than nothing]


    chance + pitbull + anxious mess

  • i'm twisted up // open, treasure chest

    The gust of wind from her wings startled the pup, but upon realizing it was only Rookwolk he relaxed. Her presence was beginning to feel familiar and comfortable. Her intimidating appearance did not come with a particularly scary personality to match, unlike Desmond and Obscuro. He was thankful for that. "I don't know who it belongs to, does that make it fair game?" Chance asked, taking a step back and shaking sand off of his pelt. "It needs to be flipped over before it's opened, but I'm too small to do it by myself."

    chance + pitbull + anxious mess

  • i'm twisted up // open, treasure chest

    Oh thank goodness. His paws itched with curiosity as he set his front paws on the chest. "Good idea. Push with me, one, two, three!" ~ and assuming she helped I don't feel like wasting a post on confirming simotanious actions ~ The chest tipped and landed with its bottom on the ground and face up. The sound of glass cracking made him flinch, but he remained hopeful. Chance unhooked the latch and opened the lid, revealing its contents.

    He had been hoping for golds and riches and luxuries, but instead were some rather miscellaneous objects. A few books, a couple plushies, a silvery tiara, a very carefully packaged snow globe, and probably more underneath the top layer. "Nice," he turned with an exciting smile to the puffball demon, waiting for her or whoever else to examine the contents.


    chance + pitbull + anxious mess