Basically what the title says. He's new so I want to get him some plots and such so I can keep muse up for him.
He's open to:
-friends
-enemies
-frienemies
-crushes and stuff
-interaction threads
-almost anything tbh, as long as it's not explicitly closed off
He's closed to:
-being killed
-being maimed
-litters
-you get the idea
Alright, plot away! c:
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
"Me, a narcissist? I don't know how anybody would think such a thing, I'm humbler than a cootie." The boy replied, cracking a wide grin. Weren't narcissists people who liked themselves, a lot? He was pretty sure that was right, and he thought he was pretty great, but he certainly wasn't in love with himself. Not that he knew much of anything about love, but he was pretty sure he didn't love himself.
"If only boys get cooties, why are you so worried about getting them? Clearly they don't seem to like girls." He added, tilting his head a bit, causing the wavy fur atop his head to shift a bit. Oh this was quite the interesting debate, he would have to find a cootie sometime, then try to get it on a girl just for kicks and giggles.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
Louie was on the hunt. Some might have wanted to know what he was looking for, considering he was looking high and low. Under rocks. Between shrubs. Up trees. He was looking for a cootie, or anything else he might be able to find that was interesting in any way. The little tom caught sight of a small blue-tan object on the ground, and instantly darted over to investigate. As he got close to it, the little sphere began to rock back and forth, giving him quite the fright as he leapt a foot in the air with a yelp. Then it was still. Was it alive? He gingerly tapped it with his paw, only to see a little yellow pointy thing poke its way through the shell. "What on earth...?" He murmured, focused on the little egg's actions now as a gray head and body followed suit, flopping onto the ground like a wet noodle.
The little scrap of skin and bones simply laid there for what seemed like forever to the impatient Louie, with only its petite chest rising and falling as it breathed. Then, it seemed full of life, crawling over towards his foot, and then proceeding to fall asleep on it. "You must be a cootie." He decided. "So, I'll call you Cootie, and you're gonna' be my less-attractive, less-cool, but kinda' cute partner in crime, alright?" He mused, looking down at the baby bird with a look of mixed delight and confusion as it replied with a simple little chirp.
So, now the skookum was marching his stubby legs back into camp, with Cootie comfortably nestled between his shoulder blades, occasionally making some sort of chirping or whistling noise. Little did he know all the work he'd gotten himself into, but it would probably be worth it. If girls were really scared of cooties, then maybe Cootie could get him out of some rough situations later in life.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
Louie had taken his weekly task very seriously. There were crates upon crates of water balloons situated at various "forts" he had constructed from some flimsy looking pieces of wood leaned against each other. He'd taken some mud and smeared stripes under his eyes like a football player, and decorated his curly pelt with other patterns that were supposed to resemble war paint. This was a water balloon fight. This was for real. This was going to get intense, he could feel it. All he needed were some people.
The kitten was nestled behind one of the forts with a red water balloon cupped between his front paws. The first person who posted would see him pop up, and attempt to hurl it at them with a ferocious battle cry, though the chances of him actually hitting anyone were pretty slim. His arms were short, so he was a dreadful thrower.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
Louie was bored. Not surprising, really, seeing as he seemed to always need some thing or another to do. So, he'd decided to try and climb a tree, but there was a problem. His legs were absurdly short, and trees were, in his mind, absurdly big. He took a running start at the tree's trunk. Then he leapt at the base, reaching as high as he could and digging his claws into its bark. That was the part it got tricky at. From here, he tried to shimmy his way up the trunk, paw by paw, step by step, but it took so long... Eventually he got tired and slid back down, only to realize he hadn't even been a full foot above the ground. Suppressing a groan, he decided to try again, and was soon trying to scramble his way up all over again.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
Louie was, yet again, working on his cool factor. He was crouched down low in the high grass, his gaze focused straight ahead at a small brown fluff ball, a mouse. He could already hear the glorious cheers his clanmates would give him if he, the small curly rain cloud, could catch such a difficult prey item. He would basically be a god, and so he was determined to catch the little mammal. Thus he began to creep forward. His stubby legs made it easy for him to lay low, and so he was practically slithering until he was just a fox length away from the creature. He could already taste the sweet flavor of dead rodent. All he had to do was-- "Oof!" He yowled, as he landed in the dirt after his attempt at a pounce, having hit the ground quite a bit short of his target, resulting in the mouse scurrying away, safe and sound; leaving Louie to get up and brush the dust out of his curly hair and bruised pride.
oh yes absolutely, here we go:
reid: https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2392769.new#new
devin: https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2392778.new#new
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
"Yikes!" Louie squeaked, unable to move fast enough to avoid being drenched by the water balloon. Quite drenched, too, seeing as the balloons were probably half his size, maybe a little more. The tom gave his curly pelt a quick shake, before attempting to toss a barrage of water balloons back at Suiteheart. "Bombs away!" The tabby cackled, ducking down behind a rock once he'd thrown a good few balloons. Only his head poked out above his 'fort', because he wanted to see if those balloons actually hit their target or not, and watch the chaos in general.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
"Yup! His name's Cootie." Louie replied triumphantly to Suiteheart's inquiry. Really though, he'd probably regret this decision at least once in the coming weeks since baby birds were the neediest creatures on the planet, and being a mockingbird, Cootie was bound to learn all sorts of obnoxious noises. Maybe they could be twins. "Well, after Devin was talking about cooties, I decided to look for one, and she said they like boys, and Cootie won't leave me alone, so I figured he's gotta' be a cootie." He answered Tama with a lopsided grin, clearly quite pleased with his logic. He should solve mysteries or something, this was fun. Not only had he found a cootie, but he'd found attention, too, and so this was what some called a win-win.
Turning towards his family, his eyes widened a bit at Arsonsts's suggestion. "I'm not gonna' eat him, he's my partner in cr-... good deeds." He answered, pausing a bit as he realized his dad probably wouldn't like the expression 'partner in crime'. So they would just commit good, mischievous deeds. Yup. No crime here. "I guess that explains why he looks like a bird... so now I guess he's a bird named Cootie. Maybe I can prank people by telling 'em he's a cootie!" He announced as his dad revealed to him that this was no cootie, but a bird. Birds were cool, too. He supposed he'd just have to study this whole cootie thing further, just to make sure they didn't exist.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
"I guess you got a point there..." Louie mused, slowly sliding down the trunk yet again. He was definitely sticky, and with all his curls, it was kind of funny looking. Like a dark, wet cotton ball. "I heard climbing trees makes you stronger, so you can be a good warrior. So, I wanted to try it, 'cause I wanna' be a good-- no, the best warrior. What's a deciduous tree, anyways?" He added, tilting his head a bit. As for getting taller, Louie hoped he would get tall like his dad, or even just like the other kids his age, but it seemed he was doomed to short-dom. Not that he minded too much, he supposed being short had it's perks, but there were times a little extra height would be really nice. As for cleaning up, he decided not to comment, and instead only beamed up a grin as if to say "But I taste good, and bathes are for fish", if a grin could say that much, that is.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
"Can I come?" Louie asked as he raced over, having heard they were going to go rescue his dad. He already knew the answer was probably no, but he had to ask. If he could go, he would. If not, he would sit at the border and stare at the horizon with Cootie by his side until they got back.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
"I want a task!" Louie exclaimed as he bounced over. Running was kind of hard for him with his stubby legs, and so he kind of bounced and ran at the same time. Nevertheless, he made it, and now he wanted a task.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
Louie had asked if he could go on the raid to rescue everyone, and had obviously been denied. So, he'd been sitting on the border facing Exile territory. Waiting. And waiting. Would they ever come back? Then he saw something coming his way... someone really familiar. "DAD!!" Louie shrieked, racing forward on his stubby legs to reach him faster, only to skid to a horrified hlt as he realized how injured he was.
"Y-you're hurt. Are you gonna' be okay...?" He asked, stammering a bit as tears brimmed his eyes. Fear, panic, and worry flooded his little body as well as relief that his dad was at least home in one piece. He'd hardly ever seen blood before, let alone on someone he cared about. They needed a medic. Who was the medic, anyway? What if he couldn't find the medic? What if his dad died? No, no he'd be okay. Louie would just have to use his talents and stuff to save the day, somehow.
Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan
Louie relaxed a little as Mary showed up, and seemed to fix his dad's leg, and Storm's reassurance. "So, you're gonna' be all okay now? Are we gonna' have to get you a cane or somethin' like an old person while your leg gets better?" He asked, eyes still wide with worry. It seemed like everything was mostly patched up now... but it was still kind of scary to think that his dad had just been taken from their territory and attacked like this. What if it happened to him or Cootie or Arsonists?
[justify]//sorry if this seems really choppy... I've had to re-write this twice now because of this new I'm-not-a-robot verification thing.
Brindlekit was so tired, she didn't even notice the strong scent border she was about to stumble across until it was literally right under her nose. The shock sent her backwards a bit, short greyish-brownish pelt bristling in alarm. She cautiously padded forward, cool green eyes narrowed a bit as she scanned the scenery around her. It was nice, actually. She appreciated how far she could see, she didn't like places where she couldn't see what was going on around her. "Um... hello? Who's out there?" She called, standing up a little taller on her alabaster toes to get a better vantage point of anyone who might approach her.
The kitten was a scruffy sight. Her legs were littered with little scratches from trudging through bramble bushes, and she was a bit too thin, even for her lean and leggy frame. She also looked like she was always ready to turn and run if the need arose, even though there wasn't another living being in sight right now, other than a few stray insects and the sounds of little mammals scurrying through the grass. However, despite the hunger gnawing at her belly, she had a feeling it was better to leave those creatures alone for now. If this was Clan land, they probably wouldn't appreciate her stealing their food. Hopefully they would be able to help her though, maybe she could even join them or something. Anything to get out of her current wandering lifestyle. It simply wasn't working.[/justify]
[justify]Oh dear, what was she supposed to do? The tabby's green eyes flickered from one cat to the next, clearly a bit weary of the situation, at least at first. Well, these two looked like they could hurt her if they really wanted to, but they seemed pretty friendly... So, she supposed she was probably still in an okay situation. Just as she was about to answer the first stranger, the other started to talk, and so she decided to just answer both of them. "Well, um, my name's Brindlekit. I guess I'm looking for a place to live... I was with my parents but then they went to get food and they didn't come back so I left, and then I was walking around for a long time, and, um, I guess I wound up here... Wherever here is." She began, her answer turning into a bit of a ramble a she couldn't help but keep talking, maybe it was the nerves. Towards the end she ear herself starting to get all emotional again, but she quickly pushed back the sadness that came when she thought of her parents. She didn't like crying in front of people, especially strangers. "Help for the scratches would be nice, but you guys don't have to help me. I'm pretty decent at staying alive." She added, collecting herself again. It probably sounded odd, her referring to herself as good at staying alive, but thus far it was true. She wasn't dead yet.[/justify]
[justify]Join? These guys? Were there other people? Did she have to be nice to them all the time? "That sounds... Nice, actually. I'd really like to join. I can be helpful too, I can learn real quick." She answered with a brisk little nod and flick of her white-tipped tail. She'd already decided, she would repay this kind act. After all, they hadn't had to let her stay. They could have told her to buzz off or worse, and so she would work hard to be a benefit to this Clan, Windclan. She wasn't quite sure how yet... She barely knew how Clans worked, but, she would contribute something, sometime. Probably when she was a bit older, and a little less fragile.[/justify]
[justify]Brin was still pretty new around here, and so she padded over with a simple "I'm up for doing something."[/justify]
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[font=courier][size=24]Brindlestep
[justify][font=georgia]Name;; Brindlekit - Brindlepaw - Brindlestep
Name Meaning/Origin;; The prefix, Brindle, refers to her pelt, as brindled animals have streaks of light and dark fur creating a striped pattern. The suffix, step, refers to her tendency to have a healthy amount of energy, and a strong work ethic. More often than not she feels the need to be doing something productive. Together, her name shows that every step she takes is both light and dark. She's got goodness and badness in her, and most of the time she's somewhere in the middle.
Sex & Gender;; Female & Female
Sexuality;; Heterosexual
Appearance;; A lean torbie with white paws, tail tip, chest, and muzzle with green eyes.
The first thing most will notice about Brindlekit is her namesake, her striped and splotched coat. Her hair is just long enough to put her in the long-haired category, which isn't such a bad thing for her considering her build is rather lanky with long legs and a naturally lean frame. Her coat makes her look a bit more proportional, but even so one can still tell her legs are a bit long for her size and her paws a bit large. The base of her coat is a deep sooty grey color, which is marked by long thing black stripes. This dark coloring is interrupted by ginger patches of hair with thin dark orange long stripes, as well as splashes of white here and there. In a way, she almost looks as if a child found a white kitten, and simply threw some paint on it at random.
Despite her coat being the first thing most notice about her, Brindlekit's most striking features are her eyes. These orbs are the light green of a spring meadow, with darker green flecks scattered around like little pine trees upon further inspection. Brindlekit's eyes are also truly the window to her soul. Anyone who knows her need only take a look into her emerald eyes to know exactly how she feels about something, even if the rest of her body language says otherwise.
Personality;; Sarcastic, ambitious, loyal, courageous, and intelligent.
Brindlekit is one of those people that you either really like or absolutely hate. She has a rather sarcastic sense of humor, one which will probably turn a bit cynical too as she grows older. She's not afraid to tell it like is, and so she is also rather blunt with people. She'd be the one to tell a friend that yes, that skirt does make her butt look fat. This child also has a strong sense of ambition, she wants to be great someday, to have her name in the history books, so to speak. She isn't sure where exactly this desire will lead her, but whether she simply does what she can or becomes a leader, she will always strive to be better at it.
Despite her prickly exterior, Brindlekit also has a noble side. She doesn't back down from a fight if it means something to her, even if she knows she probably won't win. She is also intensely loyal to those she cares about, more so than her Clan itself. In other words, if anything at all were to pose a threat to someone she cares for, she would do anything within her power to remove it, even if it means breaking the warrior code to do so. Brin is also rather intelligent. She picks things up quickly, and excels at anything requiring mental sharpness. This also comes at a price, though. She has a very good memory, and so while it takes a long time to build her trust up, it takes even longer to rebuild it after it is broken. She remembers those who have wronged her, and will hold a grudge for some time.
Quirks;;
- Twitches ears and tail tip when she's annoyed.
- Kneads the ground with claws when she's nervous.
- When she has a lot on her mind she likes to find a quiet spot with a decent view and just sit there, space out, and think it out.
Plot Ideas;;
- At some point, perhaps late apprenticeship or so, she'll break her paw. Despite everyone's best efforts, the break will cause it to heal so that the foot is crooked, giving her a permanent though slight limp. This will only interfere slightly with her warrior duties as she adjusts, but it will cause her a great deal of frustration for some time.
- Along with the paw, I plan on her having some sort of other event that also takes a toll on her mentally around the same time. The stress of the two combined will put Brindle in a dark place. She'll grow even more sarcastic than normal and even cold, and turn into a bit of a rebel.
- Eventually she'll return to her normal self, probably through the intervention and persistence of friends and relatives, though she'll probably never be a bouncing ray of sunshine or anything.
Other;; Finished! c:[/justify]
