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  • Every dark night : weekly tasks

    Here was the alleged other Benny in StormClan, one who had been here far longer than the corgi. Bentley padded over and dipped his head. Weekly tasks...were they just things to occupy time? He had plenty of time on his hands, so he'd happily take more than the standard one. "I'll take two tasks," he barked.

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  • Turns into day : pastel au

    His pelt was a different shade orange and yellow, with blue replacing his white markings. His paws were purple and his behind—and solely his behind, it seemed—was pinkish-red. How embarrassing. Bentley staggered out of his den, shaking the sleep off his pelt, bitterly muttering one word:


    "Bull."


    He didn't like swearing all too much. He glanced over at Benedict, who was affected but didn't seem to care. Maybe this was normal. Maybe this was a Friday thing. He looked at the newcomer too, who wasn't impacted by the transformation at all. Albinism was a horrid condition, and he felt bad for the jaguar. But hey, at least his ass wasn't red.


    //palette

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  • never know i'm there && o, joining

    Bentley didn't come to StormClan because of politics affairs nor its scenery. He'd be fine with any plains or forest setting, and he wasn't intimidated by the bloodthirsty attitudes many antiClans had. He came because...well...he just did. When he went past some boundary that wasn't detectable due to the herbs just under his nose, it just so happened to be StormClan who ruled over this dominion. And instead of remaining a nomad who'd probably be claimed as a midday snack by some lion or bear, he decided to pledge allegiance to the Clan and remain here. Everyone came for their own reason.


    The Pembroke Welsh Corgi's brown gaze landed on a jaguar whose pelt bore the color of snow. Their eyes were red, a sign of potential albinism when paired with white fur. "Name and business, please," he demanded lightly of the newcomer, sitting down.

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  • DREAM ON [ bentley ]

    "Yes, they're mine," Bentley snapped, abruptly snatching the leaf of herbs and keeping them next to his paws. His brown gaze was resting on her in a cold glare. "Haven't you any manners?" Of course, his outburst was completely unnecessary, for it wasn't as if they were going to be stolen. He was just...protective of his possessions. That's all.


    The corgi huffed and dug through the bag, hoping that the female hadn't taken any of the remedies. "What were you looking for anyway?" he inquired, glancing up at the ShadowClanner. Her eyes...they bore no pupils. Odd, but I've seen a dragon mate with a dog or the other way 'round. The other Benny in StormClan was quite an interesting specimen indeed.

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  • Every dark night : weekly tasks

    Well...these were larger tasks than he expected. But it wouldn't be a problem - perhaps he'd make some friends then. The corgi nodded and raced off, considering what to do first. Since he couldn't paint, though he very much enjoyed art, he might as well do the competition before the herb game.

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  • Dear Theodosia (P, Bentley)

    "I haven't a professional medic instruct me - I'm self-taught, and I've relied on different books to guide me on my practice," he replied. Though he had trained to be a medic, no one else trained him. He just hoped that it would still count as actually training. "I've healed others before, on occasion." The occasional child or sick elder, perhaps, but constant movement didn't do much for him.

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  • [WT] THUNDERSTRUCK :: open, painting competition

    One of his two weekly tasks was to host a painting competition in the spirit of Blazestar's supposed desire for more "artsy stuff" according to the dogon Benedict. And he was a horrible painter, but he admired art greatly, so he very much enjoyed his task. Set up in a corner of the camp was a collection of blank canvases and different buckets of paint off to the side for those who desired to participate.


    "If you'd like to paint, gather here," the corgi called out. "This is just a friendly competition to have a bit of fun - for those who are joining, your task is to paint anything related to summertime. I'm also looking for a judge or two to decide winners. The victor will get...erm, bragging rights. And maybe some nails and strings to hang up your painting if you want. Good luck!" He didn't have a prize on him at the moment, so he decided to leave it at that.

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  • NEW StormClan Chat/Plot/Shipping Thread!

    ben isn't a medic yet, he's still a historian ^^

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  • [WT] THUNDERSTRUCK :: open, painting competition

    "Begin whenever you're ready," Bentley barked, dipping his head with a grin to Spellpaw and Featherpaw. Two people would be fine to start with. Hmm, lot of younger people in StormClan. He was rather young himself, so it didn't matter.

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  • Dear Theodosia (P, Bentley)

    Ben listened carefully to the medic and nodded in acknowledgment when she finished. He was a leafling, though he didn't recall a promotion of that extent (he was a mere semi high-position now). "Noted, Moonbeam, but I am still a historian. If anything, you'd be offering a promotion for me," the Pembroke Welsh Corgi remarked with a soft chuckle. As she was the head honcho over those practicing medicine in StormClan, he held a great level of respect for her and trusted that she'd teach him to properly heal live patients. "Nonetheless, I thank you. I'll very much need the training." He has indeed healed before, but it wouldn't compare to the major cases he'd have to face as a medic in the future.

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  • [WT] THE SPIDER'S DANCE :: open, herb game

    Here came Bentley with another game or competition for his Clanmates, also a weekly task like the former. A belated one, sure, but a weekly task nonetheless. The corgi sat in the camp with his pouch of herbs next to him. There were six different herbs laid out in a row, with a space between one group of three and the other. In that space was a functioning call bell to act as a buzzer. "Gather if you'd like to play a game," he barked aloud. "Two players compete simultaneously. You're given three fresh herbs to examine - hit the call bell when you know what they are. The first to correctly identify them wins." Currently the herbs were marigold, chervil and yarrow, which would be revealed later if the contestants didn't have a clue.

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  • California Love (open)

    "In England, there's a considerable amount of restrictions regarding setting them off." Bentley wasn't a human, so he didn't know what exactly they had to do to release some fireworks, but he knew that there were quite a few laws on legally using them. The corgi arrived and stared in awe of the things Project just seemed to have lying about.

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  • Hawaiian Holidays || Returning

    "Don't know how it was like before. Ah...who are you, exactly? What are you doing in StormClan?" the intrigued corgi inquired of the newcomer, who just seemed to stroll into camp with a shirt and a coconut without stopping by the border and waiting for approval like a normal person. Then again, he didn't even notice a border when he stumbled across the Clan, so he couldn't really say anything.

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  • California Love (open)

    Oh, a waiver. Well, can't be too safe. "Right, right. Have you a pen?" he asked, sliding the paper towards his dwarfish white paws as he skimmed through the text (or, at least, pretended to).

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