“Yeah… I know there’s only one of me. Jeez this was a bad idea. But it’s the warrior code! Find somewhere else to hunt!” He glances at the claws squeamishly. “That looks nasty.” The words slip from his mouth. “Uhhh… I guess you make sense. But I could get in trouble!”
"Warrior code?" This seems too catch their attention as they turn to better face him, an amused look on their face. "Ah. You are one of those.. clan cats. Do you know what they called me?" They smirk, leaning down a bit. "Kittypet. Scrawny little thing too. Underfed, in the late clutches of winter." The larger cat flashes their teeth. "I gutted the cat and ate him." They wait a few moments before bursting out into laughter. "I am just joking. You clan cats are so.. vulnerable to superstition. No, I simply took his eye. It took days to properly clean my claws."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Yeah… I know there’s only one of me. Jeez this was a bad idea. But it’s the warrior code! Find somewhere else to hunt!” He glances at the claws squeamishly. “That looks nasty.” The words slip from his mouth. “Uhhh… I guess you make sense. But I could get in trouble!”
"Warrior code?" This seems too catch their attention as they turn to better face him, an amused look on their face. "Ah. You are one of those.. clan cats. Do you know what they called me?" They smirk, leaning down a bit. "Kittypet. Scrawny little thing too. Underfed, in the late clutches of winter." The larger cat flashes their teeth. "I gutted the cat and ate him." They wait a few moments before bursting out into laughter. "I am just joking. You clan cats are so.. vulnerable to superstition. No, I simply took his eye. It took days to properly clean my claws."
He looks aghast. “Okay… I’d better be nice to you, I guess… I’ll just wait for the other cats to get here…” he whispers something to himself. “Anyways, hi, I’m Clawpaw! What’s your name?” He seems to be trying to change the subject.
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
“Yeah… I know there’s only one of me. Jeez this was a bad idea. But it’s the warrior code! Find somewhere else to hunt!” He glances at the claws squeamishly. “That looks nasty.” The words slip from his mouth. “Uhhh… I guess you make sense. But I could get in trouble!”
"Warrior code?" This seems too catch their attention as they turn to better face him, an amused look on their face. "Ah. You are one of those.. clan cats. Do you know what they called me?" They smirk, leaning down a bit. "Kittypet. Scrawny little thing too. Underfed, in the late clutches of winter." The larger cat flashes their teeth. "I gutted the cat and ate him." They wait a few moments before bursting out into laughter. "I am just joking. You clan cats are so.. vulnerable to superstition. No, I simply took his eye. It took days to properly clean my claws."
He looks aghast. “Okay… I’d better be nice to you, I guess… I’ll just wait for the other cats to get here…” he whispers something to himself. “Anyways, hi, I’m Clawpaw! What’s your name?” He seems to be trying to change the subject.
"Clawpaw? That is not a very good name. It is like if I named myself Teethmouth. You should pick a new one." They continue walking, unbothered by the prospect of other cats showing up. "And now you are being friendly? You were just trying to chase me off. But my name is Kahn, if you are so inclined."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Yeah… I know there’s only one of me. Jeez this was a bad idea. But it’s the warrior code! Find somewhere else to hunt!” He glances at the claws squeamishly. “That looks nasty.” The words slip from his mouth. “Uhhh… I guess you make sense. But I could get in trouble!”
"Warrior code?" This seems too catch their attention as they turn to better face him, an amused look on their face. "Ah. You are one of those.. clan cats. Do you know what they called me?" They smirk, leaning down a bit. "Kittypet. Scrawny little thing too. Underfed, in the late clutches of winter." The larger cat flashes their teeth. "I gutted the cat and ate him." They wait a few moments before bursting out into laughter. "I am just joking. You clan cats are so.. vulnerable to superstition. No, I simply took his eye. It took days to properly clean my claws."
He looks aghast. “Okay… I’d better be nice to you, I guess… I’ll just wait for the other cats to get here…” he whispers something to himself. “Anyways, hi, I’m Clawpaw! What’s your name?” He seems to be trying to change the subject.
"Clawpaw? That is not a very good name. It is like if I named myself Teethmouth. You should pick a new one." They continue walking, unbothered by the prospect of other cats showing up. "And now you are being friendly? You were just trying to chase me off. But my name is Kahn, if you are so inclined."
“I… It’ll be a warrior name soon! And yeah! I don’t want to get on your bad side… Hi Kahn… So… what did you do with the eye?”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
“I… It’ll be a warrior name soon! And yeah! I don’t want to get on your bad side… Hi Kahn… So… what did you do with the eye?”
"And you do not pick that name either? Tsk. Autonomy is dead. Yet they still send children out to the borders to die to dogs and badgers." They walk in long strides, as if purposefully making it difficult for him to keep up. "The eye? I ate it. It was not very appetizing and simply to prove a point. I don't tend to make a habit of it."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“I… It’ll be a warrior name soon! And yeah! I don’t want to get on your bad side… Hi Kahn… So… what did you do with the eye?”
"And you do not pick that name either? Tsk. Autonomy is dead. Yet they still send children out to the borders to die to dogs and badgers." They walk in long strides, as if purposefully making it difficult for him to keep up. "The eye? I ate it. It was not very appetizing and simply to prove a point. I don't tend to make a habit of it."
“Oh uhhhhh I’m not supposed to be here. They didn’t send me. I smelled something weird so I went out on my own. When I think about it, that weird thing was probably you.” He pauses. “That’s sorta weird. Sounds gross.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Warrior code?" This seems too catch their attention as they turn to better face him, an amused look on their face. "Ah. You are one of those.. clan cats. Do you know what they called me?" They smirk, leaning down a bit. "Kittypet. Scrawny little thing too. Underfed, in the late clutches of winter." The larger cat flashes their teeth. "I gutted the cat and ate him." They wait a few moments before bursting out into laughter. "I am just joking. You clan cats are so.. vulnerable to superstition. No, I simply took his eye. It took days to properly clean my claws."
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*i roll my eyes* do you always ask so many questions? and no, loner. theres a difference
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He looks aghast. “Okay… I’d better be nice to you, I guess… I’ll just wait for the other cats to get here…” he whispers something to himself. “Anyways, hi, I’m Clawpaw! What’s your name?” He seems to be trying to change the subject.
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“I mean… Blackkit says I’m kinda annoying… but I don’t think I’m annoying! I’m gonna be the best warrior ever!”
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*we finaly entered the forest and i let out a snort* you are annoying. though i guess personality doesnt make up all of a cat.
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“Hey! You’re rude!”
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yeah i am. get used to it. Where's your clan anyway? i dont plan on babysitting forever
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"Clawpaw? That is not a very good name. It is like if I named myself Teethmouth. You should pick a new one." They continue walking, unbothered by the prospect of other cats showing up. "And now you are being friendly? You were just trying to chase me off. But my name is Kahn, if you are so inclined."
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“Uhhhhhh… I dunno! Near the river? I haven’t really left camp before.”
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“I… It’ll be a warrior name soon! And yeah! I don’t want to get on your bad side… Hi Kahn… So… what did you do with the eye?”
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*I mutter* your no help. guess we need to follow the river
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what clan are you even apart of anyway?
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"And you do not pick that name either? Tsk. Autonomy is dead. Yet they still send children out to the borders to die to dogs and badgers." They walk in long strides, as if purposefully making it difficult for him to keep up. "The eye? I ate it. It was not very appetizing and simply to prove a point. I don't tend to make a habit of it."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
i gtg. talk in the morning
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*im back for a bit. gonna have to head to school round 755*
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*hey so im gonna be off an on today fyi. so if i dont respond, probably in a class i cant, wait a bit*
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“Moonclan!”
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“Oh uhhhhh I’m not supposed to be here. They didn’t send me. I smelled something weird so I went out on my own. When I think about it, that weird thing was probably you.” He pauses. “That’s sorta weird. Sounds gross.”
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hm. lets move. i dont fancy fighting a fox or such. *continues walking along river*
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“There are foxes out here? That’s scary.”
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.