Posts by BENTLEY.

The Corgi was miraculously able to support his weight and carry himself over, a faint phantom of a smile on his nicked muzzle. "Consider me your canvas," he barked softly, take a seat before Ryan. He'd be willing to wait and watch others getting painted until it was his turn—he wanted to learn something new anyway. Since his hind legs were broken, he wanted to spend his time learning about things he didn't need to use them for. At least, until they were fully healed.

/thancc

His brown gaze landed on...Project. Huh. So he didn't kill himself with those explosives yet. The promise of vengeance was rather sweet, and he wanted to get the bastard immediately. "No...not now..." the corgi replied softly to the looming leopard. He wanted to get Tox himself, but his state was far too weakened to go out for revenge. They'd have to wait and plan it out. Physically subduing him would be easy, but the feline that had experimented on him was a master of the mind.

//i also happen to roleplay tox/the guy who hurt bentley, maybe this could turn into a revenge plot against him. he's in the rift and the cartel.

alright, so I plan on having Bentley gaining the power of possession and maybe shapeshifting, using another body outside of the Clan and using his corgi form within StormClan. Now he could either be a huge carnivorous creature that sort of contradicts his real form, like a lion or bear, or he could be something like a fox. Suggestions maybe?

//maybe pro and tox could end up meeting and discussing their duties (merc + drugs) and he ends up spilling about experimenting on some random corgi, which could fuel some hatred against tox on project's part?

liger y es

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maybe i can strawpoll it. i like ligers and i like grolar bears >.>

I ran it through the RNG and got liger. He'll get the possession ability and liger form when he starts to heal in his corgi form. Thanks yo

i want to sign him up for magic tricks and call him "the great corgini" so bad

The Pembroke Welsh Corgi carried himself over to the two. A carnival? He'd never been to a carnival. Sure, he knew what they were, but he had never experienced them. Maybe he could sign up to host a game or something. Skeeball was fun, and he could spend his time looking for eligible prizes. "I can host a skeeball game," Bentley offered as he glanced over at Spellpaw. Then an inquiry came to mind. "Will events and games be operated through tickets?"

Whatever you deem as necessary, sorry to see Feather go! for the time being but still

//welcome back to StormClan! Unfortunately I wasn't around to see Danse/Rocket but I'm looking forward to seeing Ethy around ^^

Family. What was family? More specifically, what was his family? First, there was his birth family. A ruthless, aggressive, painfully ironic band of Pembroke Welsh Corgis just like himself. They wanted him to be a valiant adventurer and warrior. He loved to explore, but he wasn't one for fighting. Though gore couldn't possibly make Bentley flinch, he was more or less a pacifist and loved practicing medicine. It was his life's passion when it came to careers. So he left his birth family, never to be seen again. Next was the Harbringer family—a motley group of animals from many Clans, some full-blooded Harbringers and some adopted into the family like he was. Though he trusted the majority of them, they seemed to rarely communicate with one another (or just not talk to him in general). He didn't feel very close to the family but still thought of them as good allies.

And finally, there was StormClan: the unofficial family. It was the group he felt most at home in. Blazestar, Moonbeam, Spellpaw, Blackweed, Project—they all felt like friends and cousins and siblings. One messy, unorganized family with tricks up their sleeve, but they were a family. And he appreciated that.

The historian was attempting to cope with walking with two broken hind legs. It was harsh, but the pain ebbing within him was starting to dull the more he healed. Surely he'd be up and ready in no time. His brown ears twitched at the sound of a distinctly feminine tone addressing no one in particular. Dropping the pointless thoughts circulating his mind, the corgi attempted to carry himself over to what appeared to be the source of that voice: a cream-and-gray tabby feline. "Na-Name and business," Benny stammered quickly as he examined the newcomer.

super late post but my OOC account is psychosocial. ^^

just noticed that there was a question mark on the guide regarding ben's rper

A leg inquiry, right off the bat. It kind of hurt him, and his ears flattened against his golden cranium as she spoke, but he maintained his composure. "They-They're broken," he explained, his voice firm and neutral. "I don't have to drag myself like this when I'm healed, but my legs are naturally short." Corgis were basically dwarfs, with those weird paws and that weird, long hot-dog body. Bentley didn't like his body but he had learned to accept it. "I'm a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, or just a corgi, if you will," he continued, running his tongue across his black lips. The difference between Cardigans and Pembrokes were the tails—Cardigan corgis had actual tails, and Pembrokes had a weird fluffy bob of a tail that sort of looked like something else. A beaver? Those weren't even dogs. Talkative, aren't you, lass? "You're in StormClan. You said you want to join? My name is Bentley, nice to meet you." He didn't even bother addressing that piece of glass and instead tried to put on a smile for the newcomer. His inquiries were answered—maybe he got a little more than he bargained for.

Through centuries of evolution and selective breeding, corgis were, despite their size, agile and were even used as herding dogs in what is now Wales. So yes, he was quick and swift, but his distance from the ground—or lack thereof—didn't give him a great boost of speed. They looked very unusual when they ran, especially the Pembrokes with their bobs.

The term "corgi" was definitely more fun to say than "cat," but did it matter? This conversation was pointless, though the newcomer seemed to be very intrigued. It was as if he was a test subject. And I was... he added silently with a shudder. That moment had changed him. He'd have to learn to defend himself. His captor's "gift" of a dagger was the start.

"Welcome to StormClan, then," he barked, his smile widening. "Er, I suppose. It's mainly cats here, though. But we have a leopard who likes to...blow up things." And himself. One day Project was going to kill himself with those damn explosives, and Bentley would just laugh at the irony. "But we're all interesting in our own unique way, I guess."

I'd assume neutrals, since neither of the guides mention an alliance.

Tox. He hated the mere nickname and he hated those damn notes he brought out. The corgi dragged himself over and slid the letter towards him, eyeing it curiously. It seemed almost passive and endearing, but he knew that filthy feline was just doing it to seem innocent. With a click of his tongue, Bentley pushed the paper away and turned to Project who was modifying the dagger. So he found his captor. "Did he reside in the Cartel? I only smell the Rift here," he remarked to the leopard. Had he traveled to both Clans?

what is a nap

what is sleep

"Who's Michael Phelps?" Bentley had heard of the Olympics but didn't bother tracking them, so the name of that aquatic star was new to him. His brown gaze followed the leopard as he went off to sharpen and improve upon it. Oh well. Project could go do that. He didn't think he'd need a blade to protect himself at this very moment.

my cat likes to lick my chin for some reason >.>

ahh sorry to hear that you're losing muse! are there any plots you had in mind for oceanus?

Fireworks were astonishing, though he hated his sensitivity to that booming noise that came along with it. Oh well. "Yes, I do. In fact, one of our own lit some up for the Fourth of July," the corgi remarked. He was referring to Project—of course—who had even made the bystanders sign a bit of paperwork. Legal things, y'know? Things that animals didn't need to worry about.

While she was talkative, Etherealpaw didn't come off as "weird" to him. Rather curious. "Your curiosity isn't 'weird,' dear," Bentley attempted to reply softly with yet another smile, this time warm and reassuring. "There's nothing wrong with being inquisitive."