Posts by Chance of RiverClan

Chance was not looking forward to making a fool of himself, or letting a team down, but he was looking forward to volleyball shorts.

Kidding, kidding, he want to participate anyway. He knew the basic rules, and figured he'd be generally okay. "I'll play."

"I like that hair tie," he commented as he took his pick of the objects. That blanket would have been nice - the pup was a slut for soft and fluffy. Red was a little girly for him though, in his humble opinion. So she likes roses, it wasn't a very subtle hint, she seemed to take objects centered around that. Interesting, she'd look nice in a rose crown too if he ever saw one around.

For himself, Chance grabbed a red panda plushy and books he never intended on reading, "War of the Worlds" and "Animal Farm." He took them for their looks but most likely would be donating them to the library when given the chance.

"You guys are welcome to check it out, finders keepers." He invited, feeling his shell crack a little. It felt nice to be semi-confident for once. He loved his new red panda plushy and was almost willing to fight someone for it. "Also I'm not too sure what a duvet is, sorry."

Somebody he didn't know that's kinda cool. Not really. This made him nervous but... he'd really like some cake. Padding over cautiously, the pitbull sat somewhat near Ninja. "I'm Chance, it's nice to meet you."

Stuffed animals! Chance loves stuffed animals! He was pretty excited to add a new one to his collection. Rookwolk also liked stuffed animals, so maybe he would grab one for her if she didn't show up. "This is really cool, thank you." The puppy pawed through, spotting a stuffed frog that was particularly cute. There was also a nice stuffed seal... Rook would like the rabbit, he would think. Decisions.

"I don't think we've met, by the way, my name is Chance." He smiled at the mutant and picked the frog up in his jaw. This was likely the best decision.

Chance felt kind of funny walking into someone's den... but everyone else was doing it so why not. He joined the crowd in a half-assed tracking post, not commenting mostly out of nerves. He didn't like new people.

"Does anyone wanna play a game?" Chance called out, levitating a bowl of cheese curls next to him before setting it down in a general area of camp. It was later in the day, most work was done, and this was a fun way to spend time and develop personalities a little farther.

Once another character showed up he'd explain the game, but talking to nobody was weird. His paw shook, but he knew this would be good. Hopefully somebody would show up. It would be incredibly awkward otherwise.

Chance felt his shoulders relax a bit, now that two others showed up, more will. "I was thinking would you rather, and the first person to respond after the question is asked can ask next." This was to keep the thread moving, as well as let anyone participate. That was fair right? "I'll start by asking, would you rather eat dung that tasted like chocolate, or chocolate that tasted like dung?" A pretty basic question to start out with, he didn't want to get too serious.

Work was done for the day, so Chance was relaxing in the underwater caverns of camp. Actually, drawing, drawing crude versions of various sea animals. One might be able to call his current work a seahorse.

Eh, he didn't really like this one. The puppy scrunched up the paper and drew out a new one, putting the pencil to the canvas lazily. Art was beginning to bore him again. He should probably find a new friend to talk to.

Goldie State

Oh pretty, Chance was admiring the sand castle that Cass had constructed from afar before trotting over. "If you wanted to make it closer to the ocean you could dig a moat in front of it." That made sense to him, although whenever he did it the castle fell over into the moat. The hole he dug would be too close to the structure, and it wouldn't work out for him. But the philosophy was there, maybe she'd crack the code.

Why he was out is irrelevant, all that mattered is that he was. The choking caught his attention from a way away, and the pup froze up. What was it? Rushing to investigate might leave him trapped under certain circumstances, but ignoring it might result in someone getting hurt.

Guilt outweighed his reasoning and he dashed across the sand to come across the horned beast. They seemed to have had a bad experience swimming. Chance was not sure what to do. "Hey bud, are you okay?" He asked, cautiously looking down at them.