Name. Shade
Gender. Tom
Personality. Sneaky little cat. Will stab you in the back.
Kin. Tigerstar and Sasha
Clan. None
Rank. None
Likes. Kittypets, Rogues
Dislikes. Clan cats
Friends. None
Pelt. Looks like father, but has calming eyes of his mother.
Eyes. Teal
Other.
Posts by Asheart
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I'm a furry. I don't know how to admit this to my parents. My parents hate furries and are extreme Catholics. What do I do?
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Ocean approached slowly. He set his large ears back. He would tell no one about what his mentor did. Never. But now wasn't the time to think about it now. There was a meeting, and he had to focus.
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Interventioncentral shook his head. "Calm down. He hasn't crossed......" And then he added darkly, "yet."
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Ticktock had been following Lostsilver out, and has scented RiverClan on the wind. He hadn't thought would have been a warrior. He stayed back, and only would take action if things got violent.
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Ticktock was being a dork. Again
The tom's eyes gleamed with victory. Around his neck he wore a orange collar, a old one at that. He had traded some catmint for his new treasure. Sure, the metal was rusted, and the farbric was falling apart. But what did it matter? IT WAS A FREAKING COLLAR!
The midnight–colored tom smiled to himself. ¨I'm going to you forever, collar......¨
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Ticktock's copper eyes looked down upon the two 'paws.
¨For one thing, I'm a male,¨ Ticktock hissed at Crookedpaw, ¨and two, this thing is cool! I traded some catmint for it. And three, I'm showing pride for my ancestors. My father was a kittypet!¨ The derp stuck out his chest proudly. Ticktock still didn't understand that kittypet life was frowned upon. Silly Ticktock!
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¨No, dummy.....¨ Ticktock mewed. ¨I found catmint on the Shadow/Wind border. I took that.¨
Suddenly, questioning filled his gaze. ¨Why do you hate kittypets so much? They never done anything wrong. They're lazy butts, but that doesn't give a reason to hate them.¨
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"You are annoying, you know that?" Ticktock sighed. Ticktock lifted a paw to touch his new treasure. Why did he love this rotting Twoleg thing. He didn't really know. He just liked odd things.
Again, midnight cat sighed. "Well, I gotta go over to WindClan and annoy the shit outta them. See ya!"
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(OOC: Yep.)
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Oh, WindClan. It's open fields, the smell of rabbit, its soft grass.
Perfect for a mega clan.Ticktock smiled to himself. One day, all the clans would share this place. It would be great. Searching here first was unlike most leaders. Most would go find rogues. But the midnight tom needed trained cats. He needed clan cats.
Today was the beginning of a new age.
(I'd like it if those who are willing to betray WindClan to join these thread. There is a over arching plot, so beware.)
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Oh, look. A ShadowClanner on WindClan territory. How nice. This cat was Ticktock. A collar-wearing freak. But this derp had a plan. A big one. He needed animals from all sides for it to work. So, he now he waited for Winds to come over and yell at him.
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"Sup." A tom, colored black, zoomed out of nowhere. Well, not nowhere. But that doesn't matter. "Name, please. Then we can get down to business."
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"Oh! I'm Ticktock. Do you mind if I stay here for awhile? I'm having bad relations back home." Lying, Ticktock? Really? Ah, well. Better to lie than tell the truth in this situation.
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"Alright, here's the situation: I accidently dropped my half-sister on her head, and she died. My mom thought she killed her. I left out of shame." Bad excuse was bad. Whatever. Hopefully they believe it.
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Not a plot, but what is WindClan's religion?
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Ticktock still enjoyed the pine trees, and the swamp. So, here he stood, exploring his old home. Ticktock sighed. He knew his plan. He knew what had to be done. But he still felt regret. He had abadoned his clan.
He felt like a traitor.
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"Oh....it's you."
He turned around, to see the 'paw. "I'm not a kittypet..." he muttered. "Oh! I never got your name! And you didn't get mine...." Silly Ticktock! How are you going to make friends if they don't know your name?
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"I'm Ticktock."
Tom blinked at her earlier question. "I joined WindClan, just for a bit though." Black smoke didn't know how she would react. She seemed hostile towards anybody outside ShadowClan.