Posts by MADDOG

Blackkit - Madpaw - Maddog

— Agender ( they/them ) ; DMAB, presents somewhat femininely.

— Attracted to all genders, prefers women

— 15 moons, warrior of ??

— Jet black in appearance, bright blue eyes reference

— Mute, capable of making grunting sounds or snarls but their vocal cords cannot form words in the same way their peers can. They will obtain the warrior name Maddog because of how they huff / chuff / and sort of bark in order to communicate.

— If I make them a warrior I have more room to play with their name, as I wanted to make their original name Blackkit but wasn't able to due to them being an apprentice. They would have gained the name Madpaw in late apprenticeship or as a warrior name upon being given their new rank. Do I know why yet? Absolutely not.

Quick track for now :O

The sun was nearing its highest point in the sky, the coolness of morning fading into the comfortable heat of midday. Stretched across a particularly flat rock lay the body of Maddog—eyes shut and paws splayed flat against the rock as they bathed in the warming rays of the sun. It was one of the rare days the feline could simply relax, unbothered by the responsibilities of being a warrior as the entirety of the clan enjoyed a peacefully slow morning. Though they would hardly call themselves lazy, they would admit that lounging around was, by far, their favorite activity. It certainly beat performing meaningless daily tasks.

Allowing a soft sigh to slip past their lips, Maddog shifted into a more comfortable position and blinked their eyes open slowly. Throughout their life they'd never been particularly fond of clan-life nor the members they had grown up alongside, perhaps it was simply vindictive hatred that kept them separated from their peers. Times had certainly changed, yet the cruel words that had tore Maddog apart as a child were still ever-clear in their mind as they looked out over the various other warriors making their way around camp. A huff, a yawn, and the black cat was hefting themselves upwards and down from their napping place. Like a ghost they were not well known in WindClan, preferring to spend their days alone and completely tasks without the interference of the other WindClanners. Unapproachable, in a sense. Simply too quiet in another. A small laugh rumbled through them as they drew closer to the fresh-kill pile, the ache in theri stomach demanding to be satiated before they were allowed to return to their nap.

Unlike Big Guy, all Maddog had ever done was question their lifestyle. Growing up in the clans was much like the barn, a simplistic lifestyle that become repetitive the longer you stayed—the longer you fell in line with traditional views and opinions. There were great stories of the clans, tales that Maddog themselves could tell, yet none of that truly mattered when compared to the day-to-day dullness that filled the clans. An endless cycle that threatened to drive the black feline to the very edge of madness, left them unfulfilled and unmotivated among individuals who were more than happy to dedicated their entire lives to the lives their parents lived before them. The lives hundreds of generations had lived before them. Quite frankly Maddog found clan-life unbearable, disorganized, and flawed.

Why had they not left yet? A question they were unable to answer.

Perhaps, despite all their qualms, they could not deny the fact that this was their home. A home that had once been unwelcoming for them, but their home nonetheless. This is where they had been born, where they'd trained, where their parents had died, and though there was a wondrous world waiting for them just past the borders of WindClan they found they were unready to leave. One day, maybe, but not right now.

Pulling themselves from their thoughts, blue eyes blinking back into focus they felt their brow furrow at the scent of something—or rather someone—unfamiliar. Slinking forward across the moor, Maddog kept themselves hidden in the shadows of the tall grass as they searched for the source of the scent. While it would have been safer to return to the camp and search for backup, they were already so far out and the effort of returning to camp only to lead a group back here was... well, it wasn't something they were particularly fond of.

Head slipping from a thicket of grass the WindClanner finally caught sight of what had brought them here; there, just over the border, sat an almost comically large tom. Any worry the feline may have had about the source was discarded as they realized that this stranger smelled of twolegs, of milk, of the strange animals that clopped harshly into the ground only a ways from where they stood. Abandoning their hiding spot, Maddog would make their way towards them—a loud chuff signaling their arrival before they appeared directly ahead of him.

They weren't the greatest warrior to meet right off the bat, they will admit, but they were one far more capable of listening than some of their peers. Brow lifting exaggeratedly, blue met unfamiliar eyes as they settled easily into a seated position—shoulder's rolled back, chin lifted slightly, an invitation as much as they were able to give it.

The words were easily spoken through their body—

'Start talking, I'm listening'

Maddog [ ⚲ ] a lean jet black feline with bright blue eyes MADDOG  

MADDOG ⸺⸺⸺⸺ ✶ : · .*

— former names Blackkit → Blackpaw → Madpaw

— mad When they were born they were given the name Blackkit, denoting the color of their pelt; however, Mad- is a name that they earned for themselves. Meant as a punishment, they were renamed Madpaw after a violent fight broke out between them and another apprentice that caused their opponent serious physical trauma. A reminder of how important it is to keep yourself together, to not succumb to baser emotions, but it does not do anything but fill Maddog with pride. This is their name, they earned it, the fight was a moment they were finally able to stand up for themselves and they hold absolutely no remorse for the damage they caused.

— dog Simpler than the reasoning behind their prefix, they were given the suffix -dog because of they way they huff / chuff / and sort of bark in order to communicate. With their vocal cords so underdeveloped they can really only make deep chested sounds, these sounds, of which, are reminiscent to the way a dog may bark or growl.

— nicknames Mads or Maddie

AGE 1 year & 3 months / 15 moons

— date of birth December 15th, 2019

— zodiac Sagittarius

— age timing Real time

— mortality Mortal

CLAN + RANK WindClan / Warrior

— clan of birth WindClan

— titles None, currently

GENDER Agender, DMAB | Neutral pronouns, they/them + any

EXT Mute | IC opinions & actions

PARENTS NPC x NPC / Ebonyclaw x Birdsong ( deceased )

— heritage Full-blooded WindClanner

— generation One

SEXUALITY Panromanic Pansexual

— preference Strong preference for women / femininity

RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single

— former lovers None, currently

MENTOR + APPRENTICE Former mentor was Squirreltail

DOMESTIC FELINE [BIRTH] — REFERENCE — 100%

Maddog is a lean and beautiful jet black feline. Though they appear like they were built to be a hunter, it is the battlefield that they find themselves the most useful—the most dangerous. Smaller in stature they don't appear to be a threat, many underestimating them and assuming their fighting habits based on appearance alone. They're not bulky, but they're still strong. There truly isn't much else to say about them, though they can be considered beautiful their patterns are very simplistic in nature and only adds to the mysteriousness of their personality. It is their eyes that are the most unusual, near impossible with the way in which genetics work. Standing out drastically against black fur are two bright, baby-blue eyes.

— injuries None, currently.

— other Smells

TRUE NEUTRAL | MELANCHOLIC | ENTJ-A ( THE COMMANDER ) | SLYTHERIN

Maddog at first glance appears very two dimensional, an air of displeasure keeping most everyone away from them at all times. A cliche mystery man, of sorts. Though they are not a shy individual and keep away from others because they choose to do so, because they believe they are somehow better than everyone around them—a superiority complex, in simple terms. After moons of being a social outcast in their own clan, Maddog has simply adopted the idea that the reason they don't fit in is because they are better than their peers, that they've above the meaningless drone of clan life in general. Conceited, selfish, and narcissistic, they will always put themselves and their well-being over that of others. They spent so long being told to simply accept what was happening to them, to be the bigger person, this is them deciding that they do not have to be lesser than discradable folly in order to be considered the "bigger person" in a situation.

They don't make friends, at least, they don't make them often. As someone who has been through a lot, has been ridiculed for something they couldn't control, you may think that they have a softer spot for others with physical disabilities, right? Wrong. Seeking a sense of power they are quick to degrade the ability of others, to make them feel ashamed of themselves in order to have some semblance of vengeance and control over something that happened when they were just a kit. They just can't seem to let it go, can't seem to let anything go. They hold grudges longer than anyone else they know, determined for vindication for things they believe they've been wronged over.

POWERS N / A

DIFFICULTLY Physically Difficult / Mentally Moderate / Psychologically Moderate

— fighting May start fights, and will defend themselves socially / physically.

— notes Powerplay of any peaceful actions are allowed

PENNED BY Hellboy

I. Directory

II. Information / tags ( UPDATED 3/6 )

III. Detailed history + Timeline

IV. Playlist

MADDOG ⸺⸺⸺⸺ ✶ : · .*

— former names Blackkit → Blackpaw → Madpaw

— mad When they were born they were given the name Blackkit, denoting the color of their pelt; however, Mad- is a name that they earned for themselves. Meant as a punishment, they were renamed Madpaw after a violent fight broke out between them and another apprentice which left the other feline with severe physical trauma. Their name is meant to be a reminder, one that shames them for succumbing to their baser emotions and falling apart when they could have sought outside help. It does nothing but fill Maddog with pride. This is their name, they earned it, the fight was the moment they were finally able to stand up for themselves and they hold no remorse for the damage they caused.

— dog Their prefix is far simpler than the reasoning behind their prefix, something that denotes them as an individual. They aren't particularly happy with it, but they don't wish to change it any time soon. This suffix was given to them because of the way they huff / chuff / and sort of bark in order to communicate with their peers. With their vocal cords so underdeveloped they can really only make deep chested sounds, these sounds are reminiscent to the way a dog may bark or growl.

AGE 1 year & 4 months / 16 moons

— date of birth December 15th, 2019

— zodiac Sagittarius

— age timing Real time

— mortality Mortal

CLAN + RANK WindClan / Warrior

— clan of birth WindClan

— titles None, currently

GENDER Agender, DMAB | Neutral pronouns, they/them + any

EXT Mute | IC opinions & actions

PARENTS NPC x NPC / Nightrunner x Peachwhisker

— heritage Full-blooded WindClanner

— littermates Raccoonhobble

— generation One

SEXUALITY Panromanic Pansexual

— preference Strong preference for women / femininity

RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single

— crush(es) None, currently

— former lovers None, currently

MENTOR + APPRENTICE Mentored by Leapingrabbit / No apprentice

DOMESTIC FELINE [BIRTH] — REFERENCE — 100%

Maddog is a lean and beautiful, jet black feline. Though they appear like they were built to be a hunter, it is the battlefield that they find themselves the most useful—the most dangerous. Smaller in stature they don't appear to be a threat, many underestimating them and assuming their fighting habits based on appearance alone. They're not bulky, but they're still strong. There truly isn't much else to say about them, though they can be considered beautiful their patterns are very simplistic in nature and only adds to the mysteriousness of their personality. It is their eyes that are the most unusual, near impossible with the way in which genetics work. Standing out drastically against black fur are two bright, baby-blue eyes.

— injuries None, currently

— other Smells of rain and wet grass

TRUE NEUTRAL | MELANCHOLIC | ENTJ-A ( THE COMMANDER ) | SLYTHERIN

Maddog at first glance appears very two dimensional, an air of displeasure keeping most everyone away from them at all times. A cliche mystery man, of sorts. Though they are not a shy individual and keep away from others because they choose to do so, because they believe they are somehow better than everyone around them—a superiority complex, in simple terms. After moons of being a social outcast in their own clan, Maddog has simply adopted the idea that the reason they don't fit in is because they are better than their peers, that they've above the meaningless drone of clan life in general. Conceited, selfish, and narcissistic, they will always put themselves and their well-being over that of others. They spent so long being told to simply accept what was happening to them, to be the bigger person, this is them deciding that they do not have to be lesser than discradable folly in order to be considered the "bigger person" in a situation.

They don't make friends, at least, they don't make them often. As someone who has been through a lot, has been ridiculed for something they couldn't control, you may think that they have a softer spot for others with physical disabilities, right? Wrong. Seeking a sense of power they are quick to degrade the ability of others, to make them feel ashamed of themselves in order to have some semblance of vengeance and control over something that happened when they were just a kit. They just can't seem to let it go, can't seem to let anything go. They hold grudges longer than anyone else they know, determined for vindication for things they believe they've been wronged over.

DIFFICULTLY Physically Difficult / Mentally Moderate / Psychologically Moderate

— fighting May start fights, and will defend themselves socially / physically

— notes Powerplay of any peaceful actions are allowed

PENNED BY Hellboy

✦ They barely cast a glance at the two other warriors who joined them near the border, attention still fully focused on Big Buy. Maddog was not afraid of the other, nor did they believe that he would do anything, but it was safer to keep him under scrutiny until they could be absolutely certain. Though the presence of the other warriors was somewhat displeasing, Maddog was simply grateful they wouldn't need to make the trek all the way back to camp for one loner. As the stranger greeted them they simply stared, a swift nod the only thing the male would get as a return. A small smile tugging at their lips as the WindClanners all seemed to take after them, sitting quietly and waiting for an explanation—for anything.

The small smile was quick to fade, ears drooping slightly as the leaned further back onto their haunches. It didn't take long until they had disconnected themselves from the conversation, the ramblings pulling on nerves that Maddog wasn't aware they'd ever had in the first place.

Did he ever stop talking?

Even if they were annoyed, there was an inkling of respect for the nervous fellow. The ability to change your life was different than the thoughts of doing so, taking action was something so few were able to bring themselves to do. Admirable, if not clouded by... everything else about him. Before they could really give an answer or react, the loud voice of the deputy carried over the moor as she seemed to appear from absolutely nowhere. A huff fell from their lips, followed quickly by a grunt as they pushed themselves back onto their paws. It was just Brightshine's motif to allow anything with a heartbeat into WindClan. Though Maddog found nothing wrong with inviting a variety of outsiders into clans ( to each their own, it really didn't interfere with their own life ), it was... disconcerting that the woman who was to lead them one day was, well, an idiot.

There were no other questions for the tom? Though, in retrospect, he had essentially given them his whole life story in under ten minutes. That, however, was not truly enough time to ask questions—to still be suspicious of who they were allowing close to their vulnerable. Brightshine was naive, trusting, and Maddog had absolutely no idea how she managed to be in such a good mood all the time.

What else were they to do, really? It wasn't as if Maddog was really capable of calling attention to this behavior, so they chose to simply ignore it. Tail flickering in her direction as they turned back to meet Big Guy's ( what an odd name, but fitting ) eyes as they nodded half-heatedly.

✦ It seemed they were a little late to the party, how fitting. It had been a long time since they'd actively participated in weekly tasks, often forgoing them in favor of anything else. Joining the gathered members they sent a small amused look in Coalsmoke's direction, a glint of mockery taking up their face as they glanced down at Oleanderkit. Giving a firm nod, Maddog settled themselves into a seating position—waiting patiently for the kit to finish the prior tasks and to issue Mads one of their own.

✦ The fuck were they supposed to do?

Throughout their life Maddog had learned that there were some events, some situations that pertained to clan life that only seemed to isolate them further from the group. Looking around and seeing new faces wasn't something new to them, but they'd never really cared to interact with any of the members regardless if they were new, old, or those they'd grown up alongside. There was so much work in trying to get a thought across, for others to pick up on the things they so desperately wanted to say but were stuck playing out a scene like they were some kind of fool. Gather 'round, they thought, watch the monkey dance.

An insult towards them, whether truly intended to be such or not, that was the way they chose to take it. Slinking closer to the group as each feline present spoke about themselves, gave minuscule details that would later be forgotten from their mind. They didn't much care for Brightshine, her personality so overbearing it left a sick churning in their stomach that refused to go away until Maddog had put quite a lot of distance between them. Blue eyes sweeping over the shadow that always seemed glued to the deputy, they let out a small grunt at Wilson's seemingly similar opinion over the purpose of this meet and greet. Wilson was an enigma to them, a being that seemed far too distant to be as close as he was to many of the members; however, who was Maddog to judge? WindClan kept them around, didn't they?

It was the voice of Minty that left them groaning deep in their throat, irritation washing over them as the drawl of her words seemed to press against some button inside of Maddog's mind. Shut up, it howled. She was loud, and excitable, and that horrid accent sent rage burning so blindingly hot through their body they feared they would light aflame right where they stood. Settling down silently before the other three, they kept narrowed eyes situated at, apparently, Wilson's adopted daughter—why he'd want her, was beyond Maddog. As the apprentice-to-be finished, they took it upon themselves to clear the air, a loud throat clearing signaling their turn.

Here we go, monkey.

Pressing a paw against their chest, tapping it lightly as they signaled that they were talking about themselves. A beat of silence passed before Maddog's face crumpled into one of rage, grumbling, snarling, acting out their prefix as an odd sort of introduction; although they were quick to let the emotion fade, straightening back up before letting a deep rumble from their lips, a mimic of a hound's bark. Lifting their paw once again they pressed it to their chest, indicating themselves—that the combination of rage and semi-bark were meant to represent Maddog. A mad dog.

Uncaring whether they could understand the sign of not they moved on, brow furrowing in thought as they tried to decide what would even be possible to tell them. What likes could even be expressed with their limited capabilities. Blinking once, twice, thrice, they flopped to the ground, claws outstretched as they slashed across the ground. Their hindquarters lifting into the air as they took on a familiar battle stance, flawless and well practiced as Maddog presented a skill they were particularly proud of.

Allowing a huff to fall from their lips, they returned to a sitting position. Shaking the dirt from their pelt as they ended their presentation, content with what they had been able to tell the other three—and if they didn't understand, well, that was simply on them.

✦ It seemed that everyone was falling in love, an inkling of heartfelt sappiness that spread throughout WindClan. Though, for Maddog, it was a time of curious questions and suspicious timings. Maybe they were the only one who looked around and saw... inconsistencies in stories, in paternity in some cases. Of course it wasn't something that truly bothered them, the constructs of clan life often left much to be desired; so, in simple terms, to each their own. It wasn't like it affected them in any way, like it personally offended Maddog. The concept of love, however, was something else completely. Capable of it as much as they could be, there had never been a moment they'd looked at another being and believed them truly worthy to stand by—to stay with, and they doubt there would ever be a time. It was too complicated, too exhausting, and too difficult to even approach the subject of such. There were few who wanted a partner whose voice they would never hear, and it was something the black feline had long ago accept.

They likely would not find love, not like so many of these fools had.

Trailing after the form of Big Guy, the warrior cast a disapproving glance over the various flowers that had been strung up along the den. Flowers were not something they'd always been fond of, the sweet smells always clouding their nostrils and making it difficult to smell anything else. Though they didn't really care about the visit with SkyClan they could sense that something was... off, with their medicine cat. The fragile cat was almost always hunched down, curling in on themselves as if they wanted to vanish, and seeing them dressed up like this was unfamiliar. It was suspicious. Head tilting to the right, they ran their eyes over the length of the female—nostrils too clouded to pick up anything more than the baser scent of SkyClan. At Big Guy's question they would finally look away, brow lifting and eyes filing with mirth at the arrogance of the new joiner. Stomping their paw against the ground, they tried to draw the attention of the two she-cats, tail flickering in his direction as they alluded to his question. There was no simple way for them to answer it, after all.

✦ Hello, this is my new baby Maddog! There isn't much to say about them because I haven't had a lot of time with them, but I'm super excited for them to meet / interact with people outside of WindClan! They're a little bit of a reclusive asshole, mostly because they don't really trust people or because they see themselves as better than almost everyone around them—a trait gained through excessive bully throughout their childhood. Maddog was born mute and can't speak words, even if they wanted to it's physically impossible to do so, which makes plotting much harder but much for fun because finding ways to communicate is key in all relationships!

They're open to pretty much anything, though death and one-night stand litters are off the table for right now.

OPEN TO

— Long-term relationships, though I'd like it to be well planned out!

— Small crushes or flings, I just crave romance okay.

— Maiming / injury / serious injury, I'm not too picky on whether they get hurt or not but the more serious an injury becomes the more I would like to establish it into a plot.

— Friends. Though I want to preference that Maddog is not the nicest of people, especially to others who struggle with disabilities like theirs. Selective mutism is something they do not understand, social anxiety is something they do not understand, and a variety of other disorders which make it hard to communicate are seen as irritating and infuriating for the warrior. This is, of course, not my own opinion on this matter.

— Enemies. They can hold a grudge for so long they'd rather die of old age than forgive.

— Anything else you can come up with! I'm just super excited and terrible at making plotting threads :0

✦ It had been unbearably hot lately, the warmth that Maddog had once found great comfort in was replaced with rays so blazing it felt as though they'd light aflame. Of course it had slowly begun to cool, yet not enough to bring the black feline any source of comfort outside of the shade. They resorted to forgoing afternoon patrols, silently slipping into dawn and dusk groups to keep from being expected to patrol during the worst of the heat. Without a doubt the morning patrol was their preferred time, preserving the end of the day for a peaceful lay in the significantly lessened warmth that brought them nothing but shrouded happiness as the masses of WindClan wound down for the night. It was quiet, there was a breeze, and the colorful mixture spiraling in the sky was impossible to find entrancing.

A long pleased sigh rushes through their body, eyes half-lidded and heavy as they looked out over the moor—shadows not yet fully formed, crickets only beginning their song. It feels like they only blinked before the fields seemed to light up, the blinking of lightning bugs catching their eyes as they followed the light. They lost themselves for a time, simply watching as more and more bugs joined the fray and the darkness was overshadowed. Imagine their surprise when a light seemed to catch over their nose, blue eyes crossing to stare at the bug that had landed on their nose. Lip pulling back in a mock snarl, Maddog shook their head to rid themselves of the bug. The action was useless, however, as the creature seemed infuriated and dog back towards the warrior's face.

With a single glance over their shoulder, they snapped their jaws forward—encasing the bug in their mouth; however, they were quick to spit it out as the feel of it crawling back over their tongue invaded their senses. They were not discouraged though, leaping to their paws as they once again snapped at the infuriating bug. It seemed determined to elude them, flying away as the disgruntled warrior followed after it. A game or, as Maddog saw it, a hunt.

✦ I just saw this pop up and just wanted to say that there are no rules for how much / long you need to post! Everyone is really understanding if you write a lot more or only a little, it's all up to you with how much you want to post and how much you want to write!

Also, Poppytuft is a really cute name :(

✦ Unlike the last time tasks had been handed out, Maddog seemed to be the first one to arrive. Although, much like Stagpaw, they would much rather be lounging around the camp bathing in the sunlight that had yet to reach its height. Stopping in front of the apprentice, they would settle into a seated position and give a small bark-like sound to indicate their presence. Signaling towards themselves, they waited for the task they were to be given.

✦ Ah, the over-excitement that always came with being a new warrior. The constant inability to sit still, to enjoy the slowness of life because they always felt they had to be out and about doing something. Maddog hated them. The days in which they finished their duties early were their favorite, the chance to lounge around camp and do absolutely nothing are the days that they find themselves the happiest with. Like right now or, well, what would have been right now if not for the grating voice of Beansprout echoing throughout the camp. An exasperated groan pulling them from the edge of their nap, blue eyes blinking open to send a glare in the grey she-cat's direction. Had they been like that? Young and full of so much well-meaning energy? StarClan, they hoped not.

A small laugh tore its way through their mouth, catching the feline by surprise as Birdbones's words finally registered. It was strange, hearing some lightness in the medicine cat's words and not the ever present coil of anxiety that seemed to consume her. If they were being brutally honest, the quivering act that seemed to follow Birdbones made Maddog want to hit her—the constant stutter of words, of actions, was absolutely maddening. What did she have to fear? What could possibly pull her so far into herself she had to cower at everything? It made no sense.

Oh, there went Mintpaw.

Pushing themselves onto their feet, the moved closer to the growing group; however uninterested they were in exploring the farm, they were eager to push both Mintpaw and Beansprout to do so. The faster they left on their adventure, the faster that Maddog could return to their nap. Nodding along uninterestedly, they motioned in the direction of the farm—paw lifting in a simple motion of: go.

✦ Maddog, as a fact, had never had the chance to lead a patrol of their own. With the mass fluctuation of disabilities and health concerns, however, they found themselves far higher on the list of capable warriors than they had ever been before. It was a nice change of pace. They could not deny they were somewhat lazy, though expectation had reinforced this for them and left them with duties so light that there simply wasn't anything else for them to do but lounge. If given the choice to do something they would surely decline, but having a duty was different. This was something they couldn't avoid, and Maddog was reveling in it. Head held high and stride long and purposeful across the moor they were sure it was visible even to the others trailing behind them, yet they couldn't find it in themselves to care. This was something they had waited for for a long time, the realization that they could be of use. That they were capable.

ThunderClan would not have been their first choice, the shared border between WindClan and RiverClan was far more interesting but what had they expected? This border was far safer, was far easier, especially for someone who had never had the chance to lead a patrol—the fact they'd been on countless others notwithstanding, they suppose. Quick trot slowing into a steady gait, they turned their head back to look at the warriors and apprentices who had been trying to keep up with their overexcitement; although they would not admit to it, there was a tinge of embarrassment that bubbled up in their chest. Tossing that aside, they neared the shared border. A single black paw slammed twice into the ground, followed by what felt like a commanding chuff was all others got as a demand to go about their duties.

/ ~Cricketpaw~ , CHIRP. , Curious_Mintpaw , honeyflower - ; however, you don't need to wait for anyone to post <3

Hey!! Welcome to WindClan! :)

✦ They cast a curious look to Oleanderkit, a relieved smile forming as they nodded their agreement. If the rest of their "words" went unknown then at least they had been able to present their name in a somewhat coherent way, or at least it had been so dumbed down only a child could have understood it—either way, it was enough. After their turn they chose to slink back, blue eyes watching the others introduce themselves and go on to explain the things they liked or were good at. Only a quiet huff at Birdbones's introduction as a means of expression. They could never understand what the fear of public speaking was like, could not even contextually imagine how someone terrified of groups could struggle with words. Looking at the medicine cat stumble over simple words, simple phrases, was as though watching a bird take flight—you can see it, but you can never know what it was like to spread wings.

Birdbones was an enigma, one Maddog was not sure they liked.

Unbeknownst to them, however, was that same type of confusion directed back at them. The inability to understand or the lack of knowledge needed to do so. Imagine Maddog's surprise when their own words were twisted, forced back onto them as the new apprentice spoke up about their silence—about their broken voice. Rage burst open in their chest, eyes narrowing into slits as they pushed him into a standing position. Many knew what was wrong with Maddog, those who didn't often found out, though there had never been anyone who had asked them directly to their face... no one who had done it out of curiosity and not malice. Thus the first instinct was to defend, to snarl, to prove that they would not sit back and be made fun of. Though the hackles would drown themselves, ears flickering rapidly atop their head as outrage blurred into distrust.

Games? This wasn't a game.

In a sense their first assumption was correct, their voice was broken. Though it was a difficult question to answer, could they break something they had never had in the first place? No, they thought, their voice was broken because they did not have one. Maddog finally settled, placing their backside on the ground as they brought a paw to their throat and whacked it harshly. The wheeze of air that followed seemed to not faze them, instead they kept eye contact with the new apprentice, with Mintpaw. It was difficult to explain why they couldn't talk, when they couldn't talk; however, a small jab to their throat had always done wonders. An acknowledgement of the question, an answer, something in their throat was wrong. Was broken. Nodding in confirmation they waited, whether Mintpaw understood their answer or one of the older members would offer her assistance.

Their attention, however, was broken when Weaselclaw appeared. Walking into the conversation and stealing away the attention ( thankfully ) from the black warrior. Though they understood a nosy apprentice was difficult to please, and that Mintpaw was even more-so talkative than some of the others who filtered around the camp.