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  • two tails make one lie . greeting . open

    Secluded in a sandy clearing sat a lonesome feline. Their gray paws fidgeting restlessly while they gazed listlessly out into the camp. Balsameye was still too much of an outsider for anyone to truly take a liking to him, much less interact. He'd settled in decently but not to the liking of many forest-born cats. Outsiders weren't particularly looked down upon any longer but that certainly didn't mean everyone agreed with the idea of new strangers in their camps either. That and his attempts at socialization were worse than mediocre. Not a single hello, blink, flick of the ear or introduction. Just awkwardness and a hard start in the clans. It's not my fault I'm not used to a group of cats living together. Thought Balsameye. I just grew used to the solitude of being a loner. However, being a loner proved dangerous these days. More and more stray cats every day end up being taken away by the two-legs or murdered for their territory. Balsameye found it a much smarter choice to join in with the big groups of the forest rather than wait for the day he'd get beaten up by a band of rouges, or catnapped by a rabid two-leg. Nuh-uh he'd much rather count leaves and learn to hunt than ever walk that dangerous path alone again. The idea of clanmates was more than enticing but the actual 'interaction' portion of that wasn't going so hot. For now i'll just keep myself entertained until a hunting patrol is called for this evening.

  • ( corn-stock frame | weekly tasks )

    Talking wasn't something Balsameye could say he was the most confident in but he wasn't incapable of it. The tom just generally preferred to not do it. However, it seemed if he wanted to even take a chance at making a presence in Thunderclan he'd have to participate. Balsam had heard sheepskin call out to everyone, and hesitated for a couple heartbeats before finally joining the small group of cats. Whiskers twitching Balsam observed the strangers around him with shy curiosity. Well I should speak up shouldn't I? Clearing his throat a bit - Balsameye made out a soft meow to the curly furred tom in front of him. Olive eyes carefully looking into sheepskins as he asked "May I have a task as well?" Well that wasn't too hard. Balsam thought after he almost choked on the last syllable of his sentence.

  • THUNDERCLAN CHATTER AND PLOTTING V.3

    oh! oof! my bad, but hey its awesome to meet you vin! c:


    I actually really love your character! Especially now that i've looked around and read the threads (that and i still have a love for tord so the avatar gets an A+++ from me)

  • ignore

    oh! rats! I posted it in the wrong board by accident, and you aren't rude in the slightest. I'm doing 90% of my work via mobile so i've had a few screw ups today. I'll get this removed and to the proper board - thank you vin!

  • plot with balsam --

    Well he's technically open to anything! I pretty much pulled this character completely out of nowhere. Honestly I just loved the idea of having a cat named after a balsam tree not even gonna lie.


    Who is Balsameye? Well he's an awkward young cream tabby tom, 16 moons of age, male and he identifies as pansecual. Balsameye is a former loner that took on clan life pretty much as a way to get out of his lonely slump. Being a loner proved dangerous, and he liked the idea of organized groups taking care of one another. With most of his life spent on caring for his ill mother until she passed, living alone and he certainly knows how to care for himself. However, being social is most definitely not his strong suit.


    For now i'll just make a general list of what he is/isn't/might be open to.


    open to.

    - romance/love plots

    - friendships

    - private threads

    - other? (just ask!)


    maybe.

    - mingling with outside clan cats

    - enemies


    no.

    - inappropriate plots (r*pe, p*dophilia, sexual themes, etc)

    - death plots

    - murdering others/being murdered

    - capturing others/being captured

  • plot with balsam --

    That sounds like it could be a cute interaction! Balsam could be missing his old home (out near twoleg place) and just walk along the border. They could run into one another that way?

  • two tails make one lie . greeting . open

    Balsam hadn't seen the others presence in the slightest until this point and so the sudden greeting left him a tad startled. Ears half-way and eyes wide the cream tabby looked at the new face with confusion. Feeling blue? Friend? What the heck does that mean? I'm not sad... Er. Maybe a little bit but I know i'm not this toms friend. From an outsiders view he was technically moping around and it didn't take a genius to figure why this stranger was smiling away at him. He was just trying to brighten the mood a little bit. Huh. Balsameye realized that it was sort-of kind that the other had approached him. After ages of awkward staring Balsam finally replied in a croaky voice. "Oh. Um. I appreciate the offer?" Hopefully that was a satisfactory enough answer to the weird introduction, but he could do a little better. "W-well i'm Balsameye, its nice to meet you...?" A quizzical tone followed Balsams question since he literally had no idea who this stranger was, but they seemed pretty okay.

  • everyday i see | canarypaw

    Leaves moved against the breeze sluggishly and the air felt thick with the afternoon heat. Dear heavens, even with the shade of the trees I still want to peel my coat off. Balsameye couldn't stand the heat. Even with his short coat and light fur it still made him patchy with sweat. Despite the suns burning rays, which made him less than excited, Balsam couldn't quench his yearning to see his old territory. Not that he could actually see anything. More-so it was just the cream tom staring off sadly into the direction of his former log nest. Finally, he made it to the little spot. Which settled near a cluster of rocks and tree's that separated Thunderclan from two other territories. Alright. I just have to stay conscious of not crossing over the scent lines. Aside from that I'm doing no harm. Parking his rear right then and there Balsameye proceeded to do as he thought he would. Stare sadly off into the distance, recalling the days he hunted mice alone.


    // CANARYPAW.

  • i was fixed on your hand of gold | o. skyclan patrol

    Balsameye had the strangest interaction of a lifetime not too long ago at this border and wasn't exactly ready to admit he was awaiting another interaction. Being up so early was strange, but Balsam had his reasons. Once again harboring feelings took over winding memories for his lost log nest nearly a days walk from here. Thunderclan was slowly beginning to feel like home, but nothing could contest that Balsam's happy place had been that old moss covered log. Suddenly like a clap of thunder instinct took over. A smell of a different clan. Oh, I better check this out. Hopping onto all fours the cream tabby made his way down the slope past a few intrusive shrubs to reveal Zephyr and a stranger. Who are they? Taking a few more larger than necessary steps Balsam came just as Zephyr spoke. Oh! This is a skyclan patrol! Fascinated green eyes glinted over the stranger, but he wouldn't emit hostility. The Skyclanner appeared friendly enough, and Zephyr seemed to have this down packed. Instead of making his own quip Balsameye just sat quietly nearby to listen.

  • it ain't late my dear

    ooc// sorry it's not a very interactive response! I felt it would be good filler for them to properly interact on.


    Sitting on the opposite side of the fresh kill pile laid Balsam. He was still amazed by the fact the cats here had such a strict ranking system but such an open group of individuals. You couldn't just outwardly tell others off like you could as a loner or rogue. Here you had to respect one another, debate and compromise. Which to a tom that had traveled alone and fended for himself most of his life it was a really nice thing. Structure is wonderful and it filled a hole somewhere in him that he hadn't been aware of. As far as Balsam was concerned the community here was nice - mostly sticking to themselves, but none the less friendly. Everything was done as a group. Eating, sleeping, sparring, hunting, and even cleaning one another. Balsameye hadn't ever heard the term 'sharing tongues' until this point. The only time another feline had ever groomed his fur had been his mama. Thinking of her made his paws churn the dirt below and a purr rumble in his chest. Oh how Balsam had loved his mama. Tink had been a wonderful she-cat, and Balsameye hadn't minded caring for Tink in her old age. The purring in his chest slowed as a sadness began to run through him. She went in peace. Don't think about that right now.... Just be happy she isn't in pain any longer. Instead of mourning her, Balsam looked up towards the sky, and smiled softly.

  • it ain't late my dear

    Olive eyes flickered away from the mornings blue skies at the sound of another voice and onto Thunderclan's medicine cat Zephyr. A small smile quipped up onto the cream toms maw at the other's inquiry, and Balsam blinked gratefully back. By now everyone knew how ungodly awkward Balsameye was and so it was refreshing when other individuals took on the part of greeting. "I'd be delighted to!" Chirruped Balsam. Heaving on to his paws and thankful for the distraction from his depressing thoughts. Plopping down near the brown tabby, Bal politely waited for him to take another bite before attempting to shove his nose into the other toms meal. Once he was settled and comfy Balsam replied "It's pretty nice actually, and i'm learning a lot. There are some miscommunications and I do miss my old home - but so far so good! How is your day going?"


    // sorry its a rushed response!

  • balsameye's bio // my mind still says redundant things


    will you love

    name. Balsameye

    gender. Male

    orientation. Bisexual

    alias. Thunderclan (traditional)

    rank. Medicine Car


    this part of me

    appearance. A heavy set cream tabby tom with light orange stripes that run almost like mackerel stripes across his back, torso, chest and face. Large green eyes set almost evenly apart across the toms muzzle, and a diamond shaped head with brows large enough to almost appear like eyebrows.

    - scars. None

    - accessories. None

    personality. Raised in a log by his loner mother you could say that Balsameye took on a very humble out look on life. Staying in a quiet home, and living peacefully for nearly 15 moons of his life. He's very lovable and understanding. Despite not knowing that much he gets a general grasp so long as it's explained or demonstrated to him. It's rare he gets angry but when he does the tom is a silent. Choosing peace over hatred, kindness over anger, understanding over bigotry. Balsam is an all around peaceful being and doesn't go out of his way to start trouble. He also enjoys helping others where he can and gets most of his herbal knowledge from caring for his aging mother before she passed on.

    - likes. The smell of apple orchards, shiny objects, and bad dad jokes.

    - dislikes. Chocolate, angry characters, and going out alone at night.

    - quirks. He has a slightly different accent than most clan cats and is really good at mixing smells to make good smelling concoctions.


    my lover is

    jj


    the day

    jj


    i cant forget

    jj

  • it ain't late my dear

    The medics next question and polite offer had Bal a bit flustered with gratitude. Should I ask or will I sound dumb? It wasn't like Bal had the training of an apprentice or the experience of a warrior. The only productive thing in his life had been caring for his mama. She was an intelligent feline and could tell a berry from a death sentence. Balsam wasn't too sure how that could be useful, but other feline's seemed to appreciate the fact he could list off a few shrubberies to get plants for stomach aches. Even though they always spouted off about weird names like 'yarrow' when he just called it yellow belly. Shuffling the random thought out of the way he shyly meowed. "That's a rather kind offer of ya', thank you... I do actually have a question on one thing..." He hesitated a moment and cast his glance down before looking back to Zephyr. "Um. What exactly is Starclan?" The last time he'd asked a tom had laughed directly in his face so he hoped it wasn't worded silly or sounded dumb.


  • Summer Wonderland {OPEN}

    Bal laid out in the warm light purring away. Eyes in comfortable slits and maw upturned in a lazy smile. Cream tail flickerings against the sandy earth and head rested on his paws. The silence and hum of the day was dulled at the arrival of Thunderclans leader. Slowly he rolled more onto his tummy and let out a large yawn. Responding in kind "Oh, hello Moonstar! Just taking a nap before I get started on helping clean up around the dens. What are you up too?"


  • When all is said and done {P. Garin & Balsameye}

    Bal had nearly made dirt right then and there when Moonstar had approached him earlier asking to meet in private. Oh man, I haven't been this nervous since I was a kit and mama got on to me for playing with my food. Swallowing, the tom tried to make his way through the territory. He didn't exactly recall just where he was told to go, but he'd been around long enough to take a good guess at it. After wandering around for a few moments he finally stumbled upon the clearing where Moonstar and Garin stood. Straightening up the tom eased his way closer to the two felines with an uncertain look. "Ah, sorry for being so late I got a bit lost!" He joked lightly, taking a seat on the ground. "So, what's the news Moonstar? Am I in trouble?" He hoped not.


  • Summer Wonderland {OPEN}

    Bal sat up at the appearance of littleflame and he gave her a friendly nod. Glancing back to Moon as she spoke Balsameye gave an inquisitive quirk of his head. Hm. Is it weird to ask a leader to help out? He personally didn't think so then again the clan cats had funny ways here. Meowing back "I don't see why not?" He looked back at Littleflame, looking to them to see if it was okay or not too. At his questioning look it seemed that sheepskin answered and that left a relieved smile on the cream tabby's muzzle.


  • When all is said and done {P. Garin & Balsameye}

    Stunned was certainly an understatement in this current moment. The minute the words left Moonstars maw it was like the world dropped out beneath him. All the anxiety pent up burst at the seams. He was no longer terrified of being exiled, or getting into some serious trouble over tore up prey. However, the weight of that question certainly had him in a tumultuous state. His maw hung open with surprise as Garin spoke up. His green gaze flickered over to the other. Listening patiently to his incredibly heartfelt speech which in retrospect Bal knew his reply would pale in comparison. All Bal could do was straighten up at Garin's acceptance of the position and right then Balsameye knew he had to make a decision. No mate? No kits? Another new code to learn? All of these things were a pretty big deal to him. His mama had always asked him to give her grandkits and to live on happy.


    Then again i've never went out of my way to find a partner? Much less had the time to start a family. He had no idea being a medicine cat meant giving up so much, and he'd only just learned about starclan. How can I believe in something i've only just learned about? How can I trust that i'm the cat they're looking for? All of this seemed so sudden and too in the dark for the cream tom to really have an answer prepared like Garin's. I'm good at helping others and so far I do know my herbs? Maybe I can't help in the sense of spirituality but I most certainly could help in caring for the clan. Giving one last look to Moonstar and Garin - Balsameye decided to sit in complete silence for a long moment. He needed his time to think and process. Thunderclan could use the help of extra paws and it was more than an honor to take up this position. So far everyone had been nothing but kind and had gone out of their way to make him feel welcome.


    Brows furrowed in concentration and concern Bals finally gave a steady nod. Eyes serious and shoulders squared he calmly replied. "I may not have been born here or know the most about ya'lls ways - but I do know that I care about the safety of others, and i'd be more than honored to return the kindness your clan has shown me. Yes. I will gladly take this position."


  • And it all came crashing down {Clan Ceremonies/Meeting}

    Oop! It seemed Balsam was more than late! Hurrying over the tom made haste to park his rear and catch the last of the meeting. Muttering quietly were a few npcs and Bal thankfully heard the new warriors and sheepskins promotion. Smiling wide Bal gave out a holler "Congratulations ya'll!" He hoped that was the appropriate thing to do but it seemed to be others reactions.