Posts by CHESSPIECES.

Chesspieces wasn't sure if he could tell the femme yes or no. It seemed like a good idea for all the healers of the Clan to have a getaway though. "Sounds relaxing. Chesspieces meowed, sauntering forward to greet Jellyshots. "If our healers don't come shortly, I'll be sure to let them know about this. "

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It may have been a moment or two before Chesspieces found himself heading towards the long, swirly stairs that connected BlizzardClan's floating islands and their former home. The reason wasn't as important as it was to him finding a stranger standing quietly, calling out a Hello to anyone to hear nearby. The basket alerted the paladin trainee to the reason behind the visit almost immediately and with nimble paws, Chesspieces sauntered over. "Hello! I take it you're bringing gifts for BlizzardClan?" He meowed, The white warrior had traveled once to WindClan on an invite, he never really considered becoming an ambassador for a Clan though. "I'm Chesspieces, who are you?"

It was strange. Of all the times Chesspieces had climbed up and down those wretched, stone-bricked stairs, he never had taken a fall himself. Now, losing his balance for a split second and losing his mind thinking he was going to fall all the way down, yes, he had done that before. Thankfully, no prying eyes had seen him. The white tom figured if that had happened, he would have been the joke for the remainder of the week. Perhaps a new nickname would have been given to him. If the situation had been reversed, Chesspieces wouldn't have thought twice about doing such a thing.

But this guy hardly seemed worth it. For the paladin trainee, Grime seemed to shaken to take a laugh of the matter. Chesspieces was more inclined on helping the poor guy control his waterworks than laugh. It wasn't a laughable moment. "Grime, was it?" Chesspieces echoed as he wandered in after Mieczyslaw. The white tom perked his ears. He took a seat on the lowest step on the stairs, his back hunched slightly as he looked down upon his clanmates and the stranger named Grime. "I'm Chesspieces. Ya can call me Chester though. Everyone does."

The last time Chesspieces could recall having an actual conversation with Rick was when the cranky elder had called him both fluffy and a player. While that hadn't inflicted any emotional damage to Chesspieces nor kept him from speaking with the canine, afterwards, the two just hadn't seen each other - which was weird in itself. Perhaps Chesspieces had been too lazy lately to bother. Or Rick. Or perhaps even both.

This particular day the paladin trainee had been out. He had done some hunting early and after returning from the second outing, he had found Maxime and Rick. Chesspieces inwardly snorted with the irony as he shuffled over, deciding not to ask if Rick wanted the company. Of course he did! Didn't he? "Aye! Rick." The white tom-cat greeted. Chester's tail-tip twitched back and forth in a dull yet playful manner. "Long time, no see. How's BlizzardClan treating ya?"

Since Sweetophelia's meeting, Chesspieces had pondered about coming to the mass medic training session. Medicine had never been Chester's strong suit but he had been interested in the details behind it. Helping his Clanmates was also a bonus but as a medic? Finally, he had decided to join in. If he earned a patrol, great. If he didn't, well, he wasn't sure how he would feel. Shaking out his long, white fur, the paladin trainee sauntered over. He took a seat beside Paracosmic, awaiting for the session to begin.

// interested in both. ^^

Chesspieces wasn't much of a smoker. In fact, the white tom wasn't a smoker at all. The smell of cigarettes also got to him but after being exposed to them for so long, it didn't affect him as much. He was actually happy about that this time as he wandered over, finding Paracosmic coughing and a new arrival smoking. The paladin trainee often wondered if he would develop some type of illness after being exposed to the fumes for so long. With a quick dip of his head, Chesspieces took a seat a few pawsteps behind Paracosmic. Having nothing more to add to the canine's comment, Chesspieces decided to wait for the newcomer's name and business before speaking up.

Chesspieces wasn't much of a cooker. He had grown up on the road eating prey that he could catch and berries his mother would pick from the bushes. He never complained about the lifestyle. It was unique in a way and something the white tom prided himself on. But, life continued on and people changed and fortunately, that included Chesspieces. The paladin trainee had become a member of BlizzardClan and with that came perks. Somewhat recently Chesspieces had attended a cooking class of sorts. It was nothing fancy but the experience had made him want to dive deeper into the art - if anyone wanted to call it that.

Chesspieces was always the type of individual to do that. Medicine had been his star interest and it continued to be especially now with the medical session that BlizzardClan's medics had hosted for the week. His interest often included finding anything and everything to read and get every chance to learn all about that one thing. For the past day or so, Chesspieces had found himself stumbling along the main isle of BlizzardClan. He searched every hut, asking NPCS alike if they had any cooking books and materials. He never thought the task would take so long but it had.

Nonetheless, the wait was worth it. The day before the white paladin trainee had spent much of the night studying the text of the run-down cooking book he had acquired. Old recipes printed on notebooks were tucked between damaged binding. A large leather rope was the only thing that held all the contents together and kept them from spilling over the floor. The smell of freshly-cut lemons clung in the air and filed out into the open outdoors as it left Chester's little hut. Inside, the place was a mess. Flour was scattered along the floor and a bag of salt spilled in the corner of the make-shift kitchen. Used (and uncleaned) dishes were tossed here and there and the small room was warm with the open fire that cooked the small cake he was baking.

Chesspieces himself didn't look all that appealing. His white fur was fluffed out double his size with wet flour sticking to his fur, making thickly-matted locks. Lemon juice was spread along his chest and neck and while it was no exactly seen, Chesspieces could feel the butter that mushed into his paws. He had been waiting all day for his first-ever cooking experience to be done and out of fear of burning down the hut, Chesspieces hadn't left the "kitchen" even to clean his fur.

Finally, as if a small miracle had happened, the lemon cake was done. With a loud "aha!", Chesspieces blow out the fire and removed the hot pan from the dying flames. He put it down, letting it cool for several moments, and disappeared into another room. He returned looking somewhat tider but not exactly professionally-looking clean. The paladin trainee cut the lemon cake into small squares and without a moment's thought to his own, messy home, tore out of the den. He raced out into the BlizzardClan camp, hoping to find someone to taste-test his first creation.

"Hey! Anyone want to try some lemon cake?"

SUMMARY: Chesspieces has found a sudden interest in cooking. He makes his first lemon cake and wants everyone to try it out.

The smell of blood carrying on the wind was what brought Chesspieces galloping over. The sight he stumbled upon would bring him into a reining stop. The white tom-cat's heterchromic irises zeroed in on the figure of a broken-down husky. Wounds, fresh and old, littered her body. She looked terrible and her voice sounded even worse. He felt disgusted as he took a few more pawsteps forward. After taking a moment or two to look over her with an unreadable expression, The worse thoughts came to his mind and he tried desperately to shake them away. The paladin trainee made his way towards Lorelei's side summing a small cup of water for the canine in his empty paws. "Here, drink this and catch your breath." Chesspieces meowed, "Can you tell me your name?"

"Oh, you should put those with that. And that with those." Came Chester's voice as he stumbled upon the SunClanner laying out various items. He really didn't know all the knacks and gadgets that were there but he quickly got the idea that the kitsune had no idea how to set them up. Or maybe it was just that he didn't want to bother. Chesspieces found organization to be a key thing. Of course, he was a master collector of books and that came naturally. Keeping things clean, well, that was a whole other problem. When the sound of knifes finally died down, the white-colored paladin trainee raised his blue-and-amber irises onto Angelpaw. A smile pierced into his cheeks. "I'm Chesspieces. Call me Chester for short though. I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're from another Clan? What's your name?"

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Chesspiecs couldn't even begin to wonder what had happened to make her so scary. Nonetheless, the white warrior didn't ask about it, he simply backed away. He found her refusal of water and obvious flinching enough cause she didn't want the help from him. With tiny pawsteps, Chesspieces took a step back and seated himself Natasha. Perhaps the femme would have better luck with the newcomer. Lorelei immediately launched into questioning when she told the pair of BlizzardClanners her name. Chesspieces found it odd but after she mentioned the word son, everything began to make a little more sense. Had she gotten lost or captured, taken away from her son? Chesspieces wasn't a parent - he didn't have the best of a childhood, but he could faintly understand a parent's need to see if their child was alright if they had been gone long enough. Ears suddenly perked, Chesspieces hoped there was some good to come out of Lorelei's day - with the confirmation that her son was here. "Whose your son, Lorelei?" Chesspieces asked, a small glimmer of hope rising in his chest for the husky.