Posts by Loudpaw

Skelter felt out of place standing here in the cold with one of his wings propped out like a broken branch and the other clinging to his shivering body. His thick fur did nothing for him, it didn’t trap heat in and the blanket did very little for him. Only serving as a proxy, it was just there for show. The cheetah turned his head at the call of a shrill bird squawk, almost falling back as he heard its disruptive call. He almost leapt out of his skin when he noticed Warden slinking out of the roots and going up to him. He gulped ah he was an idiot he should’ve just stayed in his nest. He smiled abashedly, a wobbly unsure thing that told a much different story than his much larger body and “confident” posture. Though most of his height could be attributed to his excess neck fur he was undoubtly taller than Warden.

The other seemed so confident, he was quick to arm himself and blast words out like it was nothing. Frankly Skelter didn’t know what to think of him. He gulped, chuckling nervously as he shrugged. "umm well... I got cold y’see and I just wanted to find someon- something warm to lay with" he shifted, tail flicking idly. He made sure he continued to keep his gaze on Warden not wanting to disrespect him. If he wasn’t covered in fur he would’ve been blushing from ears to tail tip.

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Skelter had been resting up, keeping his head down and lazing his days away. His mind was still fractured yet slowly he was recovering, physically Atleast. No matter what he tried he couldn’t even get a snippet of his former memories. It concerned him greatly but he refused to ask anyone for assistance. There was nothing they could do about it other than offer moral support. He swore to not bring them down, he didn’t want to relegated to the strange big cheetah with a flimsy brain and no social skills.

He pawed his way over, long legs bounding easily into the crowd as he looked for a good place to sit to have a proper view of Flynn. Once the place was found, he sat curling his long banner like tail around his legs as his skinny head stared fowards up at his sickly leader.

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Skelter didn’t go to these kind of things, he couldn’t recall if he’d ever been to an event of this extravagance in his life as far as he knew. The young man entered with an uneasy look around the room. He felt so out of place, so undressed. Most of the things he wore could be considered street ware and this bulky coat could hardly be considered fancy. It clung heavily to his form, tightened to his waste with a belt that constricted his air flow. He made his way over to the already gathered group a dopey grin on his face. "hey guys! Uh sorry I didn’t bring anything, I didn’t even think I’d make it in time" he shrugged trying not to blush. "it’s really uncool of me but uh i’ll do better next time"

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The scent of sickness lately had clogged his nose, ever since he’d woken up it hung over him like a dark shadow. He couldn’t tell anymore if the scent was from him or the jungle itself. He certainly didn’t feel sick anymore, only occasional did he have bouts of wooziness but nothing intense enough to warrant the smell of sickness. He’d been wandering though the camp, looking to clear his sense when his ears perked at the sound of a distinct cough. Flynn? Skelter hadn’t talked much one on one with the leader but he felt a pang of concern and made his way hastily to the hyenas side. Eyes staring down at his bandanna, eyeing over the faint splashes of crimson blood that stained the fabric. "Flynn?" his voice was unsure despite its gruff boyish tone "you need to see Starcaller immedeatily" he tried, his head gesturing foward. He didn’t know how he’d take to getting “orders” from him but Skelter wouldn’t watch him sit here and hack out his lungs.

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He hadn’t been here long hadn’t done much of anything for the group. It was a shame as he truly was thankful for them and their help, they’d saved his life and gave him a reason to live. It held him off from losing it, he had so much to gain and learn and the flight had kicked that off for him. They’d given him a gift he could repay properly but he was going to try. In his own small way, he wouldn’t let his debt go unpaid. Even if it was small he’d hope they appreciated it and cherished it. For some reason it gave him a sense of nostalgia as he woved them.

He’d been sitting here working since early morning, tying string in intricate patterns and weaving feathers and tiny insect wings into the thread to make them more personalized. He’d made one for everyone and even a few more just in case someone new showed up. Now that he was almost done he began to wait for people to arrive.

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The amount of people gathered had genuinely caught the young male off guard, he had plenty to go around yet he never expected anyone would actually be interested in his sloppily made gifts. First to come was Warden, a face he knew quite well at this point and one that brought up a wave of embarrassment through the cheetah. He knew he shouldn't be ashamed but nonetheless he was, and he was sure the feeling was mutual. Despite the warmth and comfort that whole escapade brought about. He would give him a wobbly smile "Oh! Well i' just decided to put together some little bracelets for everyone" he's say his paw shuffling in the pile of strings and wings as he licked his lips nervously. "I made one for you as well, just give me a moment to find it" he assured as his head went down to nose through the pile searching for a specific one. There it lay towards the very bottom, one of the first ones he made. It was a tightly wrapped piece, with a twisted silver wire twirling around the black thread that it consisted of. In the front their lay a small bird skull twisted and held in. A ghastly ornament but one he hoped Warden would like. He wouldn't comment as he rose it up close to the smaller cheetah for him to get a good look. He'd then lay it down next to the others paws, giving him an expectant gaze to here his opinion.

Next to come was Flynn his beloved leader, a strange man but one Skelter greatly looked up to (as much as he shouldn't) but in a way he reminded him a lot of someone. Someone he couldn't properly recall. He'd offer a polite nod as well as chuckling at his words. He wished he was thoughtful enough to think of that, but even if he did he wasn't great at cooking. He'd either set the entire flight on fire or wind up concocting some sort of deadly poison. Best to leave that to someone more capable like Flynn. "Fraid' not unless you want to eat some string. I got plenty of that" he'd laugh before pulling up Flynn's bracelet. A soft evenly threaded loos hanging bracelet plated with a metal design that encased a rather ornate magenta butterfly wing. He'd hand it over easily, smiling brightly down at the hyena.

Third was Aurora, a cute little fox cub he'd yet to properly meet save for briefly when she'd first joined. He regretted that immensely, she seemed incredibly sweet yet so troubled. He wish he could help her out, maybe the bracelet would bring her a brief moment of joy. "I have one for you as well aurora, it's a little big but hopefully you'll grow into it" he'd purr contently before handing her's over. It was a silver colored string bracelet like the other but it was lined with loose quartz gems as well as a dangling white feather. A pretty design in his mind, but one he came up with on the spot.

Last but not least Blue, a boy he owed his life to in a way without his assistance even as minor as it was Skelter could still be hurt or dead wandering madly throughout the jungle. Starcaller may have been the one to fix him up but without the support of Blue and the rest Skelter may have decided that this empty life wasn't worth living. As dreadfully depressing as that sounded it was the honest truth. Life wasn't worth living if he had nothing, his memories may have dissolved but that wouldn't stop him from making new ones with this gang. He did indeed love them as if they were the only people he'd ever known. He'd blink gratefully at the masked male before nodding "I'm doing just great, all thanks to good ole' Star" he'd meow enthusiastically. His paws were already searching through until he finally dug up the fateful bracelet. Like most of the other it was made with string but this time it was a twining pale blue and white colors with a metal crest embossed in the middle with a shiny opal encased in the middle of the said crest. A simple design but he didn't want to give Blue anything to Gaudy. "This is nothing special but hope you like it" Skelter purred as he shuffled it over.

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Skelter appeared besides Blue offering the young male a reassuring glance in an effort to relax his nerves before he looked down at the strange oh so familiar creature. A redback spider, he assumed he might've met one before in the distant past perhaps he'd been bitten whatever the case was she stood out in his mind. He gave her a polite dip of his head before lowering himself down so he didn't look as intimidating or big to the little creature. "The Volary flights is doing very well! We've been having an influx of new joiners and we're steadily moving our way along" he felt that would do for now, a basic summary. He'd tap his paw to his chin before going on "How's the tribe doing?" he'd inquire curiously, genuinely wondering how the tribe was doing and what they were about.

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· Loudpaw , Tom — he / him

╰ ‣ 6 Moons old . Born May 20th . Ages Realistically

╰ ‣ Traditional Windclan . Apprentice

╰ ‣ Clanborn

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· Domestic shorthair , smells like wheat , status — 100%

╰ ‣ A young boy still fluffed out with kitten fur; he’s soft and still dainty despite being close to the size of an adult much to his chagrin. He holds himself on his tippy toes to appear big and plumes out his neck and chest fur giving him a pseudo ruff not unlike a baby lion; though a much more try hard one. This fur on his body is curly especially down his chest and stomach

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╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS , 

· MBTI ❝ THE TITLE ❞ , hogwarts house , alignment , enneagram

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╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS , 

· PARENT x PARENT , siblings??

╰ ‣ sexuality . rules of engagement #F8B983 .

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