Posts by WeirdGamer

OOC:Yeah sorry. I meant for this to be faster paced.

Margret lead them over a hill. "There it is!" she cried. She ran down to light grey fur. They gently touched.
"We should be safe here," Quincy explained to Ares, "Hopefully."

"Okay, pretend you held an average clan cat's view on Starclan," suggested Margret, "What do you think the average clan cat would do."
"I get the feeling we're about to get a lecture on how there's no such thing as an average clan cat," muttered Clay.

"Ah ha!" exclaimed Margret, "So you're not originally from the clans. So why did you join Thunderclan?"

Margret and Quincy exchanged glances. "And so you joined a clan," mewed Margret, "Right. Anyway, another situation. Both the leader and the deputy die. Who would take over."

"Probably?" asked Margret incredulously, "You don't have a real plan of action for this situation? Which, by the way, is much more likely than the last one I proposed."

OOC:Recap please?

"If you're part of Thunderclan, why wouldn't you know?" asked Clay.

OOC:Thank you.

Name:Kosmas
Gender:Male
Age:26
Creature:Minotaur
Personaility:Kosmas has a somewhat apprehensive personality. He is best described as a drunkard and lover of vice. He has a caring soul however and often takes up an almost fatherly position to those he's close to as best he can. He is currently stuck in a rut in his life and is somewhat frustrated.
History:Kosmas was raised by a large family. He was apprenticed to a blacksmith, but had little interest in the trade and when he was old enough joined the army. He fought in his fair of campaigns, and was finally discharged. However he had nothing to show for all those years of service. He became a blacksmith as it was all he knew how to do besides skills associated with soldiering. He had always had a taste for simple pleasures and in his sadness turned more and more to vice.
Appearence:Kosmas is tall and broad shouldered even for a minotaur. He lost his left horn in battle. his right horn is of average length. His fur is black and short. He bears some scars over various places on his body.
Status:Friend
Place they take:Blacksmith
Location:Drealmore
other:It seems there is some cool world building for this. Also Lunar.

You're welcome. Should I jump in or wait?

Yeah. Or I could just have him visiting to make a delivery.

Don't worry, I have to think of reason why people, or groups of people, have to be in a certain place where they wouldn't normally be for a living(or minimum wage really). So should I jump in?

Alright, but I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to bed. Tomorrow I will join in.

"We're sorry if we offended you," mewed Margret sincerely, "We're simply trying to wrap our heads around a very different culture. I was just surprised is all."
"Very sorry," repeated Clay.

The minotaur sighed deeply. It had been days since Kosmas had a drink and was not in the mood for this. On the other hand, he certainly wasn't in the mood for a fight with two well armed guards. "Delivery," he said gruffly, "Got a client waiting on me." He shifted the bag he was carrying. "Some small arms if you're wondering."

"Yes," mewed Margret. She turned to Wolfpaw, "Young one, what is your name?"

"Nice to meet you," mewed Margret, "I assume you're an apprentice. Could you explain to us how that works?"

(Hello?)

"And what happens when you complete your training?" asked Clay, his tail flicking back and forth.

"Thank you for the information," Margret mewed, "If you have any questions about loner life, feel free to ask."