Posts by Chance of RiverClan

Chance padded over to join the forming crowd, hoping to the stars that Jaster wouldn't be calling on anyone or asking for volunteers. But was also a nervous soul, he should be able to recognize anxiety in another.

This wasn't even a topic he was particularly interested in, but he had nothing better to do. The pitbull smiled at the lion and sat down before quickly looking away to the books.

Pretty, the pitbull thought as he approached. Tie-dying did sound vaguely sexual, but he did not want that image in his head. "So long as this is a family event, I will participate." He tried to joke, but it was rather awkward. Chance was awkward. He wasn't very good at anything. But he did like art. Maybe he'd make a hat, or a bag, or shorts. Did he have the charisma to pull of tie-dye shorts? Probably not.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked, blanking on the bird's name. So he avoided it in conversation. Chance pushed away the paper, embarrassed of his work.

"Ah thanks, it's not my best though." He barked sheepishly. "They are the worst, how'd that happen?" Twolegs had given him the collar he wore, he had bad experiences with it but still wore it.

Ah, made sense. Interesting. "Thankfully, you would look funny with shoes."

Chance smiled and nodded in agreement. "You're definitely recognizable, a lot fancier."

Chance nodded. "Is it obvious?"

This was definitely a good lesson to have. Chance padded over somewhat sheepishly, placing himself where he hoped the front of the crowd would not be. "Good day, Desmond."

That was a rather useful skill, and he was thankful for his help. "Don't you ever feel bad for killing your own kind?"

"Fair enough." He laughed. That made sense.

Chance watched the bird draw lines in the sand. "What is it?"

While he wasn't the biggest fan of water, swimming with others couldn't be too bad. Unless there were sharks. In two feet of water. Definitely.

Chance put one paw in the water daintily, then galloped into the water. "The water is fine Felix, come on." He had been turned back to smile, and a large wave hit him and knocked him off of his feet. Nice.

Chance tilted his head and squinted his eyes. "Ohhh I see! It's cute."

Gardening was not a topic he knew much about, but he could lend a paw wherever it was needed. The pitbull padded over to the logs and sniffed it, checking out the area. "How can I assist?"

Chance, in return, drew a crude bird in the dirt, adding hair and boots. "You do look funny in shoes."

Chance shrugged, "Different art styles, apples and oranges."

Chance wasn't particularly looking for Jaster, but he appeared to be the first to come across the books. They smelled of the anxious librarian, a rival group, and fear. It wasn't good.

What does he do about this? Panic started to take over, and he was shaking violently. "Help!" He called, feeling panic clutch his chest.

He had been in the water today, and it was nice earlier. "Can you swim?"

Chance shivered slightly at the thought of BloodClan. They scared him. Stories of them and their savage, bloodthirsty habits made him shake in his skin. Ramses inviting the clan to raid them was basically inviting BloodClan to raid them back.

Minnow was a cool rank though, meaning he could now choose which path he would take in promotions. Likely he would speak to Mira later and tell her that he'd like to take the medical route. He'd probably put it off as long as possible, given that also made him anxious. "Thank you for the promotion, and congratulations to everyone else."

"Awesome!"He giggled and splashed around in the water.