Posts by GALEKIT

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,

· LANDLORD , male — he / him

╰ ‣ fifty-nine months . ages on the twentieth . created 9.14.14

╰ ‣ exiles . member . titles

╰ ‣ pinterest board . faceclaim . voiceclaim

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,

· SNOW LEOPARD , smells like honey, saltwater , alive — 100%

╰ ‣ thick silver-cream fur . dappled with dark spots and rosettes . glowing vienna brown eyes

╰ ‣ stocky, muscular frame . smaller than most snow leopards . usually mussed up fur

╰ ‣ thick, soft fur, cuddly . tba . tba

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,

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

╰ ‣ happy . outgoing . loyal . excitable . supportive

╰ ‣ ruthless . observant . playful . inquisitive . innovative

╰ ‣ selfless . patient . naïve . jealous . clingy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,

· DANIMALS x MEREK, galileo musings, graveowl

╰ ‣ bisexual . heavily male leaning . gets crushes extremely easily

╰ ‣ extreme battle experience . hard to confuse . mentored by daminals

╰ ‣ mentally and physically difficult . will sometimes start fights . won't run away

╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by extra

Cool autumn air ruffled the thick fur of the stocky snow leopard, shimmering eyes of burnt orange traveled across the expanse of land before him, taking in the sight of the canyon scattered with sparse trees. It was a lovely territory and it definitely had him missing home and his family, but that was long behind him. Radicalclan was gone. His mother and father and siblings were gone. And he missed them immensely, but such was life.

With a smooth exhale the big cat was graceful as he began his quick, stable leaps down the canyon wall, eyes narrowed in focus as he grew nearer and nearer to the base of the trench. Upon landing on the dusty base of the canyon the stocky snow leopard allowed his curious dark ginger gaze to drag across the territory, a smile creeping up across his surprisingly handsome features. Age had never done him dirty.

( RadicalClan Mass Adoption | Pro-Female Clan (still open) ) 9.14.14

( baby blue ;; joining ) 10.22.19

Head whipping around the big cat's immediate response at the sight of the two was to offer a charming smile, eyes gleaming with excitement as he was quickly faced with the questions he was once so familiar with. He missed clan life so much. How organized it was, how more often than not some of them were friendly. Even in Radicalclan, the feminist clan, they had been rather friendly to him, but perhaps that came with his mother having been the deputy of it and him having been a cub most of the time he lived there. "Hello," he chirped out quickly, waving his long dappled tail in a slight wave of greeting. "My name is Landlord and I'd love to join, if that's alright," he introduced, a sugar sweet smile crossing his lips as he closed them.

Ears twitched pleasantly as the goliath wyvern welcomed him into the clan with a smile. He hadn't expected to be turned away when all he wanted was to increase their numbers, by a single number or many, he had been certain that he was going to be welcomed. But it was still quite reassuring that he had been given the A-Okay to join. But now he needed to find out just what clan he was in. The Exiles, that's what the massive draconic creature had said, yes? Landlord was sure he could rifle through his memories later after settling in further. "Thank you, Mr..." the snow leopard trailed off as he realized that he had in fact gotten neither of their names, but alas his attention was shifted off the pair and onto the smaller feline.

"Yes, Landlord," he confirmed with a quick nod as he listened to what Roy had to say. So Roy was the head medical man here? It got Landlord wondering, trying to remember who had been in charge of the medical field when he had lived within Radicalclan. He truly could not recall. "It's nice to meet you, Roy. A tour sounds amazing," he perked up, ears flicking upward by a fraction. Landlord was always interested in knowing about a territory when he made himself a home there. "If you're not too busy right now I mean," he quickly covered up with an almost bashful smile. "I'll make a note of where your room is then if I'm ever injured though."

Landlord honestly didn't remember much of his childhood but he did remember that the women that he had been raised around and alongside had been ruthless beasts with little interest or concern with religion. They had never taught him about any religion of sorts, or maybe they had but he just couldn't really recall. Either way, Landlord couldn't help the flicker of interest in the back of his burnt sienna gaze as he approached on large, fluffy, cream-furred paws. Offering a beaming smile towards the pair the snow leopard was quick to take a seat before Faustus and besides Pyrric-sang. "I don't know about the Red God either but I'm eager to learn."

Excitement rippled through the thick cream and silver pelt of the snow leopard as he sat comfortably at a lunch table, a bowl of bright blue wax, melted and warm, the heat rolling off it in waves, placed carefully before him. Beside the bowl was a pile of long strings for the wicks that he was ready to dip into the wax and to make candles from. It was going to take a while, and it was going to take lots of reheating and re-melting of the wax, but Landlord didn't mind. He had a hobby and he loved it and he wanted to make a gift for his new clanmates. He wanted to make them like him if they didn't already consider him a friend.

Grabbing a piece of string between two claws the snowy big cat was careful and slow as he dipped the wick into the pale blue wax for the first time and recoiled it back out to examine the fine layer of wax, still translucent, that clung to the string and began to dry in the cool autumn air. With a content smile, small and relaxed he gently dipped the string back into the wax. This was going to take a long time, but he hoped that someone at least enjoyed his creations.

The sound of a yell, loud and shocked jolted the smaller than average snow lion into action, his burnt orange gaze narrowing in concern as the big cat weaved between the trees. Head turned up and nose wiggling he was quick to skid to a halt beside Cory, eyes widening at the disgusting mixture of blood and piss in the air alongside the considerably fainter scent of the clan he knew as Bloodclan. Recoiling for a single moment the man was quick to switch back to professional. A clanmate was injured, it didn't matter how bad the scene smelled. Turning towards Cory, watching for a moment as the lion dealt with the injuries the best he could, with eyes gleaming full of concern he spoke out quickly, "I'll get Roy."

Whipping around he scanned the land before him until his smooth whiskey gaze focused in on an npc and quickly sent them off with a few words to retrieve the surgeon. Landlord just hoped that Roy got here soon.

( ROY. I hope it's okay that I tagged you :) )

Landlord was new to the Exiles, there was no denying it. He was a fresh face and definitely a fresh species because from what he noticed he was the only snow leopard living in the middle of the canyon. But it did make some sense, it wasn't the coolest in the canyon but the temperature definitely dropped near the bottom of the basin. But he kind of liked the uniqueness that he got from it. But in the long run of it all, his own species had nothing to do with how his stay was and would be. He figured if he wanted to improve his experience in the Exiles he would have to get to know some of them. For now he only knew a minimal number of his clanmates and that was exactly why he was sitting at a table in the cafeteria, settled before him was a bowl of sweets for the upcoming holiday and empty cups and mugs for the tea he'd made settled within the tea kettle.

Drawing his soft whiskey gaze across the things set out before him the snow leopard sat back, his own small cup of tea settled before him between his massive fluffy furred paws. "I have tea and candy if anyone wants to hang out and tell me about themselves!" He chirped out loudly, his long tail wagging almost in a dog-like manner.

Eyes seemed to gleam with happiness as someone approached him. Finally, someone to give his first candle to. That was his intention after all, to make candles for his clanmates. Facing Blackweed with a smile he nodded. "That's the name," he confirmed as he dipped the candle back into the wax, adding another layer to the eventual source of light. As the compliment reached his ears he let a smile crawl across his handsome features. "Yes, they are candles. Would you like one?" He spoke leaving the one he had recently dipped into the wax in the bucket and grabbing a large sky blue one and offering it towards Blackweed.

Turning towards Cory he offered his usual charming smile, eyes flashing with an indescribable emotion as he looked towards the wyvern. Had the snow leopard known what Cory was so worried about he probably would've laughed it off without a word of explanation whether he was a murderer or not. "It's just something I've picked up after being alive for so long," he responded simply with a slight shrug. Landlord had learned a lot from the women that had raised him in Radicalclan.

in cold blood.

hazefrost

male ,, he/him

darkclan ,, warrior

17 moons ,, ages on 1st

created 11-2

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domestic feline ,, alive ,, 100%

haze is a handsome tom, that goes without saying. he is tall with visible muscles and long legs sending him towering over his clanmates like a sycamore. his fur is thick and dark the shade of mud with swirling stripes of hazel and cream dappled in like coffee cream. his eyes are narrow and suspicious, always suspecting treachery in their shade of handsome stormy blue. marring his handsome features are three long, thick scars that run diagonally across his angular features from his left ear to his right cheek.

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aggressive, cautious, irritable, blunt

haze is generally made up of a few personality traits. he's blunt, vulgar, and loyal as they come. born and raised in darkclan haze could and would never imagine betraying his clan and his radical opinions and questionable morals and cautiousness may lead him to be suspicious of others and he may even commit some taboos to keep his clan safe. he is as irritable and harsh as they come, never holding anything back and always laying the truth down face up. he's someone that wears his heart on his sleeve and will make sure everyone knows what he thinks. haze isn't afraid to hurt anyone's feelings and he's not afraid of any punishment dished his way. his bite is worse than his bark and he is all action, often times he's even excited to see if a fight will break out. he wants any chance he can to spill some blood.

Icy air blustered against the thick fluff of the wildly furred tom, his narrow stormy blue eyes narrowed as a smile, wicked and malicious in nature crossed scarred features. Circling the pile of snow before him, vaguely cat shaped, and with as ugly features as he could sculpt from the icy substance. In his head it looked a lot better. It was supposed to be a Shadowclanner. He knew there was a truce, he knew he wasn't technically allowed to attack or harm any Shadowclanners, but there was no rule saying he couldn't practice attacking a Shadowclanner or saying he couldn't still hate them. Thick tail lashing like a whip the Darkclanner's paws shuffled with a quiet crunch across the surface of the snow. Rounding the snowcat his unsheathed claws stretched forward, just out of reach of his snow sculpture as he reached a paw forward and nearly brushing it over the back of the snow sculpture's neck. Pulling his paw back he kicked forward from his back legs, spraying up chunks of wet snow as he slammed his shoulder into the spine of the snowcat.

Barreling over the lump of snow he landed shakily on his paws, spinning around and slamming a massive paw onto the snowcat's head, the wet snow crunching between his paw like the crack of a skull. He could only wish it was a real Shadowclanner. Now he knew they were in the wrong with Tigerflame and Hawkmask being the idiots that they were with leading the bear across the border and all that, but he still didn't like ShadowClan. Although he hated Tigerflame and Hawkmask more. Eaglestar really should've exiled them. They could've started a war if Eaglestar and Sorrelstar weren't so cordial and as cooperative as they were. He almost wished they had gone to war, maybe he could've "accidentally" attacked Hawkmask or Tigerflame and blame it on the confusion of war.

Shaking his head the warrior only smirked down at the undistinguishable chunks of wet snow that lay beneath a heavy paw. He was sure that the two would eventually get what they deserve.

Venuspaw might not have liked fighting and she may have just wanted to have some fun in the shimmering frozen rain, but she was out of luck when Hazefrost approached, stormy blue eyes narrowed as a gleam of playfulness flashed across them like lightning. Haze was going to whoop her a new one, he was damned competitive. Whipping out of camp in a flurry of snow rising into the air from the kick of his paws he smirked towards the apprentice. Long, plumed tail lashing silently as it slammed softly into the surface layer of snow he nodded, "You're on then, kid." Large paws got to work, rolling piles of snow together to make a small, lumpy sphere of compact snow.

With a falsely merciful smile he glanced to the side for a moment, ignoring Tigerflame as he feared he would've leapt on the larger tabby with deadly intent. Tigerflame wasn't a Darkclanner in Haze's mind. Tigerflame was a chunk of scum that managed to make himself useful. Returning his narrowed gaze towards Venuspaw he rumbled out smoothly, "You can go first, because I'm gonna win."

➤ plotting thread 11-3

➤ intro in darkclan 11-3

Slate eyes narrowed at the smooth voice of Briarheart, his eyes fixated down onto the lumps of snow before lifting his head to face the obsidian molly. Offering a lift of his brow he only snorted. "Good morning to you as well then," he grunted out, a slight thorniness to his tone as he reared around to face her. Offering a smirk that borderlined a look of annoyance with his lips nearly peeled back he shrugged. He didn't think sparring with anyone was a particularly good idea. He wasn't exactly known for his ability to hold back in a friendly competition. Hazefrost was always in it to win it. But if she was the one to mention it, not quite offering it, he could always neg her about it.

"Well, if you're speaking about sparring, maybe you'd like to be a volunteer." It wasn't so much of a question or idea as it was more along the lines of a suggestion.

And he was awake. At what time was it? Was the sun even out? Rolling to his paws the hazel and chocolate furred tabby trailed out, stormy blue eyes narrowed slightly as he slipped after Briarheart. What was she yelling about? Well, he'd been in the daze of sleep all the way until she mentioned that childish brat, Tigerflame. Jerking awake the tom approached, careful not to crowd any of them. Lips peeling back into a mixture between a snarl and a smirk he remained silent. Was the grounds for exiling him? Or better yet, killing Tigerflame? Hazefrost really did hate that rat sucking son of a bitch.

Standing idly by for a moment he shrugged before parting his lips and muttering out quietly, "I guess it's finally time to throw out the trash." Hazefrost didn't want Eaglestar to give Tigerflame the opportunity to run. Haze wanted to leave a mark. He wanted everyone to know what Tigerflame had done, the disloyal dog that he was. Maybe they could turn that pretty rainbow collar of his inside out and jam the teeth into Tigerflame's throat before sending him back on his way to Bloodclan.

Ears twitched as he turned to stare at Spiderpaw, a slight furrow to his brows. Returning to stare back at Briarheart for a moment he snapped out, "She wouldn't fight back because she's loyal to Darkclan. Whether she likes Tigerflame or not, he's still a Darkclanner, and anyone with an ounce of loyalty in them wouldn't attack a clanmate. Tigerflame isn't loyal to the clan, he proved that by attacking her, he's loyal to himself alone." His words were, cold directed towards the medicine cat apprentice. Was Spiderpaw always such a brat? He couldn't recall. "Let's just hope Eaglestar makes the right decision this time....exile that waste of a warrior." Kill him. If Tigerflame was kept alive he'd just keep fucking someone over. He'd keep on being a disappointment, it was what he did best.

Hazefrost is a guy, he's an npc x npc kid and a born and raised darkclanner and takes immense pride in this. He loves his clan and has some mixed feelings about his clanmates. His morals are questionable and he has some radical opinions and doesn't give a damned about anyone's feelings. He just wants to beat the hell out of everyone in ShadowClan and is just an angry guy. Toss some plots at me, he's open to most things so just go wild.