Posts by DOUG

? ✧ ? — Now it was time for Doug to arrive. The cooking contest was something he hadn't really taken seriously, as both of his dishes included something deep fried. It was more fun having people smile as they tasted your dish, so that's why he decided on the simple dish of poutine, because it wasn't too extravagant nor bland. But still, winning that contest would be a very pleasant surprise, but he thought that Jerseyboy deserved the prize more than anyone else. That was one of the events Sweet had mentioned. As a beaver, a pool party sounded awesome. His species was meant for living in the water anyway.

As always, Sweet had some more announcements about demotions and promotions up her sleeve, including the victor of the cook-off, so he patiently waited alongside the rest of them.

? ✧ ? — As far as he knew, he was the only beaver in all of the clans. That was very humbling, obviously, as Blizzardclan featured some of the most marvelous creatures, and Doug was there, just being a beaver. Of course, he always had his lynx body, but he did not favour pretending to be someone he wasn't. Hopefully there were some outcasts in Windclan like him, too.

The territory was beautiful, to say the least. The chilly air of the mountain took his breath away; literally. Even though he lived in Blizzardclan, which is situated in floating islands high above the earth, the peaks of this range had thin air, at least for his small rodent lungs. Even though the view was amazing, he had a question stuck in the back of his mind: "What made them want to come here?". Yeah, the culture was cool, not to mention the food that most likely tasted heavenly, but how hard was it to drag a whole clan up here? There must have been a disaster of some kind that pushed them out of where they lived before, because hiking all the way up here was quite the doozy. Was it worth it, though? Maybe.

He saw that a crowd of people had already gathered around the pool, and another crowd forming around Jerseyboy. It looked like he was well known everywhere. Perhaps he's in a secret mafia of some kind. Whatever. The food that dat on the table there was pretty straightforward; veggies, fruits, cooked meat, raw meat, and some baked goods. And below the table sat a hidden cooler containing who knows what. The water in the pool looked pretty swell for being at such an altitude; could it have been heated perhaps? It looked pretty fine without anyone actually in it (it seemed Jers was getting all the attention), so he sauntered over to the edge of the pool, and dipped one of his feet in. The temperature was great, and he was ready to jump in at any given moment.

? ✧ ? — //i totally agree with you on the clique-y part. yes, blizzardclan is a fast clan, but sometimes it's just stupid. like this one time in the chatting thread, i asked a question about how i should improve on my writing, and the next person that posts says "ugh, i have to get up early for my new job". it's hard getting people to really know your character; doug is completely misunderstood. one time, someone called him a "comic-relief character", and in this month's choice awards, he has the most votes for "most likely to become an internet troll"; yes, he is a funny character, but he isn't "comic-relief" (even though he sometimes is), and he is QUITE THE OPPOSITE OF AN INTERNET TROLL. and because of this, i find it hard to actually find threads that he is eligible enough to fit i didn't actually see what you said about vega, so i'm sorry about that.

//also, i know it can't possibly be true, but sometimes i too have thought that is was deliberate. remember the thread about vega's "stolen" watch? i didn't forget to reply to it; i was waiting for someone else to respond to it. but apparently, the subtitle "falsely accused" isn't very attention grabbing, but "joining" is. sometimes i think that other people don't wanna respond to the threads that i've made, simply because i have made them, but again, i know that it isn't true. like ezekiel said: you've got to wedge yourself into the group, and that can be challenging. but anyways, enough of my ranting. have fun elsewhere!

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Doug only knew Vega for one thing: she accused him of stealing her sister's watch. He didn't dislike her because of that, as she was a young child who was angry, confused, and upset. And it was a shame to see that she had left Blizzardclan; all that remained of her was that note on the ground. That's a shame, she seemed pretty interesting, what with those crystals showing up on her back and all. Hopefully she had gotten her watch back, because it would be unfortunate if she left without a family heirloom. Maybe it's because of me, he thought sadly, Maybe she doesn't want to live in a clan that has "thieves" in it.

? ✧ ? — Doug was a beaver. Beavers aren't fast runners; they're fast swimmers. And since triathlons involved swimming, cycling, and running, and he was only good at one of those, he wasn't sure if he was going to participate. In actuality, he wasn't sure if anyone could participate because of the cycling part of it, so Fadingmoon must've changed the rules up a bit. Even if he did want to participate, he would have to swap bodies so he could adapt to the enviroments he had to endure, which was probably cheating in some way or other. "Yeah, I'll just watch, too,", he'd declare, "I'm not too big on running, swimming, and cycling all at once".

? ✧ ? — Beck's bombardment of shouts in another language seemed to snap Doug out of it. Oh my god, he thought in disbelief. Oh my Jesus. How could I have forgotten?. These memories, both dismal and jubilant, took him by force. And in a confused emotion, his eyes began to water. Tears of happiness, tears of sadness, tears of anger, all streaming down the bristly fur of his cheeks. It was disturbing, almost, having memories of being a sausage-fingered human. He could now recount how his mother wanted nothing to do with him, and left Doug and his father when he was so young. He relived the feelings of falling in love, having a child, and... dying unjustly. This was too much. He needed to sit down with a beer, and clear his mind from all of this. Or, he could go the therapist-route and talk to someone about it. Yet, no option would help him, as he didn't know anyone else in Blizzardclan that shared the same fate as him.

Except for one person.

Beck, the most well known ghost in the clan. He died and came back as well, right? He would know. He would know how to help him cope with all of this new knowledge, right? Doug raised a foot-paw to wipe the moisture from his cheeks, and ran to Beck subsequently. "Oh, Beck!", he cry as he parked himself in front of the ghastly feline. "I remember it all! I was a father! I was married! I can speak another language, a-and- I even died!. The beaver was excited, though sad. He had forgotten all about his demise, the disturbing scream of his son still reverberating in his ears. It was horrible, yet wonderful, like a roller-coaster. Too bad his turn on the roller-coaster had been cut short.

? ✧ ? — Everybody has favourite songs that they love to death. Doug did, but he never thought in a million years that Jerseyboy liked music, let alone sing it to his heart's content. Hell, he didn't know that Jerseyboy liked anything apart from women and italian stuff. But he and the tuxedo tom were still not well acquianted, so he didn't have a lot of knowledge about him. So that was something on the to-do list, become buds with JB, even if he had to eat a lot of spaghetti and pizza while he was at it. Anyway, to hear the Italian sing was kind of disconcerting. And what made things weirder was the fact that he was singing Billy Joel; he was one of the classics! He created "Piano Man", and "We Didn't Start The Fire", both of those amazing pieces.

So, Jerseyboy likes good music, eh?, Doug thought as he overheard the tough-acting tom. The Canadian was out there in a matter related to plants, too; after that recent event where all of his previous life's memories had returned to him, he discovered that he was formerly a typical lumberjack. And because of that, he began to take an interest in the different types of trees in Blizzardclan, which led him into being in a proximity close enough to hear Jerseyboy warble. "S'you like Mr. Joel, eh?", he asked in an attempt to begin a conversation as he approached, accidentally treading on one of those plants that he was looking at.