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  • ex. clan + family advice

    hey yall its ya boi psy the o'hare delivery guy (aka psychosocial)


    This is my new floofbutt corgi char bentley. He's generally a friendly bean, and is knowledgeable on herbs and healing practices, but is easily agitated and irritated. Piss him off and you get hell. In battles he's extremely aggressive even though he's just a lil bean with smol legs. He's also totally fine with cannibalism and sacrifices.


    a proclan is preferable but neutral is fine too


    I'd also like some family suggestions so hmu if you know a family that'd be good for him

  • NEW STORMCLAN GUIDE (8/15)

    track

    tags ;; updated 6/24

  • SMOKE ON THE WATER :: open, joining

    "Come now, fellows, we aren't going to have any trouble, are we?"


    "Sure, sure. We don't pick on the weak ones," teased an enormous feline, slamming Ben's long muzzle to the ground with a mere flick of his muscular paw. "Go take your precious remedies and move on." A canine carelessly tossed a little bag onto the unsuspecting short dog, knocking him down. They chuckled as they left him in the dust.


    A few nicks were on his muzzle, and he huffed as he rose to his paws and shook his pelt. "Brutes. Savages," he muttered bitterly, opening his pouch and digging through to make sure none of his herbs were touched. "Ah, good, good." He smiled and took the pouch in his jaws. New life lesson learned - don't pick fights with big cats and huge wild dogs.


    The little yet curiously bold Pembroke Welsh Corgi moved onward, straight into the arms of a Clan he had never heard of. The scent of the herbs messed with his sense of smell, making him unaware that he had just crossed into a territory rightfully belonging to a group.

    tags ;; updated 6/24

  • Fanfiction - meeting

    His first meeting! Bentley practically hopped over with glee as an energetic rabbit would and plopped himself down next to the other members. His gleaming brown gaze was rested on the alleged leader, Blazestar.


    He was, as you can tell, quite excited for something as little as a meeting.

    tags ;; updated 6/24

  • Since the world's been turning : moving(finally)

    Shoot, they were leaving! He can't be left behind! The British corgi could be seen bounding towards the group, a bundle of herbs in his jaws as usual. Can't leave those behind, now could you? As he approached the Clan, he slowed to a moderate trot to keep pace with them. A buddy or two. There was a bit of a problem. He didn't really have friends to partner up with, so he just remained by himself for now. He'd be more than happy to partner with anyone who asked, though, so his brown gaze constantly surveyed the group for anyone that lacked a "buddy."

    tags ;; updated 6/24

  • LIFE THROUGH DISTORTED EYES :: private

    //retro move(?)


    Blazeheart.


    The Pembroke Welsh Corgi was spending his time adjusting to the camp and the land around it. It was mountainous, unlike any terrain he'd taken up residence in before. He was used to wide open plains, rolling hills and even the paved streets of a town or city. But it was alright - he'd get used to it, hopefully. Bentley set down his pouch of herbs and opened it up, carefully placing each herb on a rock. He ran his small paw across them when he was done, counting them and sorting them into groups. "One...two...three...right there...put that there...hmm..."


    He could be out in the center of the camp, trying to make friends. But he just didn't seem all too interested in that.

    tags ;; updated 6/24

  • THE EXECUTION OF YOUR MIND :: plot with bentley

    Ben here is a floofbutt corgi residing in StormClan who's very knowledgeable on herbs and healing practices, and he's a very friendly little bean. Despite this he's pretty chill with cannibalism and gruesome sacrifices and wouldn't bat an eye if you were the goriest person in existence (as long as you don't touch his dAmN hErbS)


    He's open to everything except for rape, capture/torture, severe injuries and murder so ask away!

    tags ;; updated 6/24

  • SMOKE ON THE WATER :: open, joining

    "Gah! Clearly startled, the pouch dropped from Bentley's jaws, and he turned to see a feline telling him to stop. Well, it was better than those bullies from before coming back to torment him. "...Oh. Have I passed into some territory? Really...I didn't mean it. Where am I?" the corgi inquired.

    tags ;; updated 6/24

  • #2 pencils : sparring

    You wouldn't expect someone as tiny and peppy as Bentley to be remotely interested in sparring, but war was fascinating to him. Almost as much as healing was. He was learning to use being the smaller opponent to his advantage and was eager to test his tactics outs. This Benedict fellow--another Ben, heyo!--was much larger than he was, a mix between a dog and a dragon, so he'd have to be careful. "I'll spar," the corgi declared, rolling his shoulders.

    tags ;; updated 6/24