Posts by Chance of RiverClan

CPR... Chance shook his head right away, knowing he wouldn't be able to figure it out. Dyslexia and ADD were not a good combination for these types of puzzles, and in addition he couldn't read too well, and he couldn't spell too well.

This was none of his business. He knew that. And he felt a little bad padding up to the scene so late, but curiosity got the better of him.

Chance stood a step behind Desmond, listening with a cocked head. The large gorilla-lion thing that called himself Anakin made him nervous. The pitbull should start getting used to it, everyone was making him nervous, everyone was scary.

Chance took the fennel seeds and looked at them for a few seconds as he absorbed the directions. Simple enough, he'd still probably find a way to mess it up. He dug holes and planted the seeds, probably a little too close together depending on how much the plants grew but they would survive. It would be nice once these plants grew up larger, herbs were nice to have around. And if Chance were to move up in the medical ranks, the plants would be of use to him. Chance would have to learn how this shit works.

Chance appeared to be the first one to come across the invitation, barely reading it after a minute. It was an invite of some kind. He might be interested. Probably not, but others might.

Chance padded over, taking a seat near Desmond. He, somehow, was not intimidating the pup. Probably because the doberman has been around for a while and the only other clanmate was an unfamiliar ball of anger. Sitting next to the medic might make him look bad though... when someone else showed up, he'd move. "I'd be interested in the position, depending on how well and how interesting the subject is." It beat being involved in real politics, and healing was less anxiety inducing than war and stuff. As a medic nobody really expected you to fight right? He was hoping.

"Is it okay if i sit in on this, Desmond?" Chance asked, not really waiting for an answer as he sat down. The new guy he had yet to meet didn't even ask, and ramses would shoo them away if he didn't want them listening in. Chance wanted to watch the leaders speak but he wasn't really sure what about. This was going to be a cool thing.

Chance noticed the two go to Mira's den, read a note, and react somewhat solemnly. Curiously, the pup padded over, squinting to read the note. He understood the basic idea of the note, she would be found in BlizzardClan and probably wouldn't be coming back. "What does... reconsil mean?" he asked Desmond, mispronouncing reconcile. He wasn't very upset about Mira. He barely knew her. He just knew that soon a new second-in-command would be chosen, and that would make for an interesting week.

"I'll take one." Chance said in a museless post.

"Paintball" yeah fucking right, there was no way in hell Chance was hosting and promoting a war-mimicking game, somebody else can take his weekly task. If Obscuro questioned it, he'd say he misheard. He was dumb enough, so maybe he did mishear paintball.

Either way, the pitbull puppy was sitting in camp, painting on a propped canvas. What exactly he was painting was a little open to interpretation. His intent was to be painting of the mint plant he had in his den. It was dying, he didn't know why, but he was trying to draw it while it was in its prime.

A stack of the canvases were next to him with a couple other paint sets next to him. Chance was hoping someone would come over and ask to paint too. Someone else who loved art but was bad at it. Please.

Another scary Clanmate, of course. Chance padded over somewhat nervously, not stepping above where Desmond stood. "My name is Chance, welcome, let me know if I can do anything to help you out." Like fucking what, kill some plants? The pitbull wasn't good at anything. He had no special skills or talents, but he'd at least offer to help.

This note's language was simple enough that Chance would be able to read it, if the writing had been in a normal font then the dyslexic would have a fighting chance. He looked around for someone who could read, feeling anxiety clutch his chest.

"Oh." Frustration and disappointment swirled in his stomach. Jaster couldn't leave, he was going to teach classes! Chance had been looking forward to the classes, the navigation one was kinda meh, but learning was fun. With a long sigh, the pup turned and walked away, somewhat upset for selfish reasons.

The pitbull padded up alongside Starry, also curious as to what was happening. But it's better that the two's safety was confirmed before questioning their name and business.

Chance giggled, watching the cub interact with the water. Waves were a curiosity, and he wondered how and why the water was pulled on shore like it was. He was one of the Skywalker cubs, he knew that, he just wasn't sure which one. Rather than ask directly, the pup waited for the newcomer to answer Orion's prompt.