Wolfdancer Needs Things

[bright !]

Name w/ Link:
pansypaw

Role Wanted:
kit

Roleplay Example:
here

Other/Questions:
nah

[graves]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

Name s/Link: Cloudrain
Role Wanted: Best Friend 1
Roleplay Example: Bloop
Other/Questions: Nada

Originally Posted by Pathos

okok so i'm not entirely finished but close enough

Name w/ Link: Whimbrelpath
Role Wanted: Kit of Wolfdancer
Roleplay Example: Here
Other/Questions: p:

Originally Posted by Moonfur

Name:
Sunkit - Sunpaw - SunStream
Sun- Her happy Personality and her fur Stream- Her clan, and her love of swimming
Rolewanted:
Daughter
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Boop
Personality:
Hmmm
Sunpaw likes to see herself as a shy cat, but she makes friends easily. Sunpaw often finds herself swimming, hunting, collecting leaves, Flowers, stones, or anything she can find. She loves to role around, and often leaves her fur a mess. -ObsessedwiththecatversionofHamilton- She doesn't take much pride in her fur. Sunpaw is a talkative, Hyper, annoying furball. She likes to make up little songs in her head, and likes to sit in the territory and take naps. Sunpaw doesn't pay much attention to anything. She seems like she isn't smart, but she knows some facts. She likes to make jokes, even if its a bad timing. She has a few problems with her eyes, forcing her to focus on things far away in order to see. Her hearing is good, but her combat needs some work. She can only take down apprentices younger than her. This 8 Moon weirdo loves to laugh, and gets bored easily~
Roleplay Example:
A Bright, cheery apprentice walked out of the apprentices' den. Her tangled fur clumped to her sides, begging to be groomed. She ignored the tugs at her fur, shaking oddly. She looked around at the fresh kill pile. Fish... The Apprentice wasn't too fond of this type of prey. She settled with a water vole instead. She took a bite, soon finishing. She sat up, getting rid of the scraps. Sunpaw Groomed her fur, tossing away the moss and a few burrs. She began to hum to herself, which to others sounded like a musical purr. SunStream soon dipped her paw on the ground, lifting it to see that most of the ground was mud. She flicked her paw, heading out to the territory with a flick of her ears.
Other/Questions:
Just tell me if I need to change the age~

Originally Posted by meraki

name: valerianpaw
role wanted: kit
gender: female
appearance: bop
personality: valerian is very friendly and relatively open. she is a good friend and loves to talk and help others, but is not very good at standing up for herself. she has trouble speaking her mind at times, and does have bad anxiety issues. she's rather selfless and cares about others over herself, and will panic if a friend does something dangerous. she is usually very chill, but if you annoy her too much, she may snap.
of course, being not very good at speaking her mind or standing up for herself, it's not too scary when she does snap. valerian is rather sensitive at times and tends to overthink things. she worries more than necessary, and constantly wonders what others think of her. she is highly self conscious and not very good at being herself, and tends to try and act like someone she isn't in order to either gain popularity or a new friend.
rp sample:
It was a relief. It really was. With a mind like hers, it wasn't difficult to get stuck in your head, with dark thoughts sticky like cobwebs it was easy to get caught in her own dark spiderweb of thoughts. And sometimes, when she'd get stuck for too long, the dark, evil spider loomed over, it's evil spindly limbs threatening with blood-soaked dagger-like fangs. Sometimes, if she got too stuck, the spider would begin to feast and drain her brain of good thoughts, flipping and twisting and distorting them into cruel, twisted forms of their own. But Cariboupaw, ever good with timing, always managed to free her from the dark web of thoughts before the spider could drain out his own bit of light that still shown, and just looking at him would remind her that there really was still some good in this world. She knew in her heart that he'd be the one to help her slay the evil beast of dark thoughts that resided in her own twisted brain, and she had no doubts of his loyalty. He was always there for her. She knew that. And she was always there for him, and Lightningpaw hoped he knew that.

She looked over at him, thinking deeply; but not too deeply, of course. She liked how he made her think of things that wouldn't get her hooked into her deeper thoughts, and how he distracted her from thinking anything besides what they'd do that day. It was helpful, and she loved that he wanted to help. Worrying about smaller, more petty things always made her feel good, and if she ever got too nervous about something simple, she reminded herself of how she felt when she worried about something not so easy to comprehend. Oddly enough, this helped. A lot, actually. And even though Caribaoupaw hadn't exactly told her to do this himself, it seemed like he was implying it, whether he meant to or not.

Lightningpaw got a lot of ideas from things that she thought he was trying to get her to do or try. And more than half the time, he probably hadn't even been thinking of that. But it worked, and Lightningpaw was glad for that. But other times, when her thoughts got too deep; to the point where she wondered if there was even a point to trying to escape, she thought rather- peacefully. Not in a way that someone would think in her situation. While some would be angry, or maybe very sad, Lightningpaw felt numb- and maybe a little-peaceful. Knowing that she wouldn't have to live like that forever made her almost happy. That eventually, one way or another, she'd be in StarClan, with no worries, no depressing thoughts, no troubles or anything. Just peace. While these were good thoughts in a sense, it scared Lightningpaw. It scared her that she could be so calm when thinking about death. It really did, and she wished she was scared of death; like everyone else. But no one would or could think of her s being weird for thinking likme this, simply because no one knew. No one. Not even Cariboupaw knew of her thoughts on death. And no matter how much she trusted him, she didn't want to worry him. She'd hide this forever, until death awaited her. She'd be at peace. But not quite happy.

Lightningpaw wouldn't be happy until she was with Cariboupaw again. There was a part of her that made her feel selfish to think that, and she hated to feel selfish. Lightningpaw sighed slowly, before realizing that Cariboupaw would be confused to see her sigh. She looked over at him, thinking back to what they'd do that day. "Hm, well I'd love to catch up- I've missed you, if that's not odd, because we see eachother almost every day. I just wish I had more free time to hang out with you, y'know? Being an apprentice isn't as great as I'd hoped it to be." Lightningpaw said, hoping to infer that the reason she didn't like being an apprentice was because of the hard work, rather than her depression. "But hey, if it means we get to be warriors, it'll be worth it." Lightningpaw added. AT Cariboupaw's second question, she thought for a moment. "Well, I really want to have an apprentice of my own. I want to be able to help teach the next era of cats to the best of my ability. I guess it's one way to help out the clan, you know? I also can't wait to be taken seriously," Lightningpaw added as a half-hearted joke, knowing that most warriors only thought of apprentices as kits with an attitude. She couldn't wait to catch up with her friend, she'd missed him, and she didn't like the feeling of missing someone.

Like Cariboupaw, Lightning often thought of the sky. How open it was, how it changed, sometimes beautiful, clear, and sunny, sometimes dark, gloomy, and grey, it amazed her. But what was even more amazing to her was the stars; how even in the dark, dead of night, they still managed to shine down upon them, with the full brilliance that they'd shown the first clan cats there was. She loved how she could depend on the stars, how she knew they'd always be there, even if they did move around throughout the moons. The sky was beautiful, open, free, and dependable. She wished to be a bird, to fly endlessly in the bright blue, the grey, and the dark. Lightningpaw wanted to fly. Fly far, far away, to forget, and to be free. But then, she'd remember Cariboupaw.

She'd remember how he was always there for her, and it was all she could do to return the favor. He'd never leave her, and she'd never leave him; that's how it always had been, and how it would forever be, no matter what obstacle stood in their path. She'd do anything for him. she'd step in front of a twoleg monster, she'd swim across the ocean, she'd fly for him. There was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do for him, and Lightningpaw hoped dearly that he knew that, and no matter what; she silently wished to prove it to him. Even though he had no reason to not trust her, she still wanted to prove her loyalty, and she'd always want too.

Even thought she couldn't be sure, she knew, deep down, that it would one day kill her.
other/questions: none c;

Originally Posted by starfall

Name: Foamkit||Foampaw||Foamflower
Foam:For her pelt color
Flower: For her love of flowers
Role Wanted: Daughter
Gender: Female
Appearance: Foamkit is a white molly with specks and splotches of grey and silver on her paws, underbelly, tail and muzzle. She has beautiful ocean blue eyes and has soft, fluffy, medium length fur. She is pure muscle but she must've looks large because of her fur.
Personality: Foamkit is a pure idealist, often caught up in her own little world and most of the time forgets about the one she lives in. Although she knows the world is full of evil cats she still tries to find the good in them. She's constantly trying to find ways to make things better. Foamkit can be reserved and fairly shy but when you begin to talk about something she adores she'll start babbling her head off for hours. She is guided more by her own experienced principals rather than other people's beliefs, opinions, and facts. She doesn't care for the rewards or punishments she may recieve when she takes action upon a certian thing, this action is mostly for those she cares for rather than things that may help her later on. She finds it very easy to communicate deeply with others and will often speak in metaphors and parables, and will often create and share symbols to create her ideas. She often thinks about other worlds and how different things may be there, which is also the root of her creative ideas. Although she may seem like a air head, which she is, she is also fairly intelligent, often soaking up the knowledge that is fed to her and will try and use it for good. She knows that her actions greatly affect others in different ways so she tries her hardest to make sure that the action she takes will negatively effect the least amount of cats a sister possible. Although Foamkit is very shy she loves to make friends and will often seem weird and often finds it hard to begin a conversation with someone.
RP Sample: (You know how I rp /v\ )
Orion looked at the molly that stood beside him and grinned, although she was crabby she was a great fighter, slightly intimidating, but not to him of course. He turned his golden gaze back upon flash and quietly observed and listened to the toms battle plan. Once he finished he looked back at the white molly and lashed his tail "I'd guess about 1-2 but I could be wrong." he said, his eyes half idled, almost looking...bored. He turned his deadpaned face back and flash and let out a sigh, "And why do you plan on having me run right through them? I'd better not be the bait." he growled, his hues flashed with anger, it was the one and only warning he planned on giving the other Tom. The brown tabby let out a sigh and looked around, hoping to spot the clan cats, their stench tickled his nose, made him want to vomit. He hated the way the clan cats smelled, especially Skyclan, they smelled perfect, sweet, like berries and trees, sickingly sweet. Orion dug his claws into the moist earth and snorted, "Anybody else got a plan? We're gonna want more to go off of, a plan B" he stated cooly, all in all his whole group, including himself, held very commanding personalities, all of them wanted to be leader, all of them wanted to order the others around. He'd let them figure it out, but in the end, he knew it was him, he was ahtousand times better than his companions, he just had to prove it to them somehow.

Other/Questions?: Nope

Originally Posted by mony

WIP
~Name~
Dogkit|Dogpaw|Dogfang
~Role Wanted~
Kit
~Gender~
Female
~Appearance~
ladum
dedum
~Personality~
Antangonist|Protective|Dramatic|Loyal
Dogpaw is a completely antagonist. She likes getting on people's nerves, however once you are her friend you find she is the mot over-protective, over-reactive, most loyal, and most forgiving friend. Sure she is snappy, and stubborn, but that's from her strong will. She has a loving soul, and is very daring and reckless. She, however, is one to be close to her family. She relies on them, on their opinions, their thoughts, their advice. She keeps up with her part of the family works, and she would give her life for every single one of her family.
~Roleplay Example~
must I?
~Other/Questions~
nerpsie {KIKI HOW ABOUT A SIBLING THING WITH OUR CHARRIES IF THEY ARE ACCEPTED??}
{ @meraki }

Originally Posted by meraki

@mony
what is a sibling thing? like a close relationship or they're just siblings?

plus if they are accepted won't they already be siblings?

xD just confused but totally up for a closer sibling relationship

Originally Posted by mony

yeah that thing xD

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

Name w/ Link:
Lotusheart

Role Wanted:
Best friend 2 OR the sibling for her c;

Roleplay Example:
From the DS clearing
Blade snickered again, clearly enjoying the fact that she was getting under Lilith's fur. From all the rumors she'd heard, she wasn't expecting Lilith to protect Onyx. Was it really worth it in the end? Onyx seemed to have his eyes set on other cats and with his own priorities over his family. Don't think Blade hadn't been watching the fool. She knew there was a battle between the two to come, but she couldn't predict when or where, all she knew was Onyx was going to meet his match. A cat that didn't give up for her pain tolerance was higher than most and her battle skills are well known in the underground world of murders. Blade wasn't a cat to reckon with, but that was for individuals to learn themselves. Unlike the majority of cats here, she liked lying low and surprising cats when her time to shine comes. "Oh sweetie, please," amused lingered in her voice, her amber hues matching the emotion. "Don't defend a feline that isn't worth it. Tell me, do you really think Onyx is worth all this pain you're clearly going through? I can read you like an open book. You're mean... well you try to act mean because you have pinned up anger from these relationships. Is he really the cat you want to be stuck with for the rest of your life? Is he really the cat that you hoped for? I don't think so, after his disappearance, he seemed to soften up, seemed to lose that solid personality you might've been relying on. Tell me sweetie, there's nothing to hide, I'll learn about it anyways." Blade was rising to her paws now, her tail tip twitching with thought and curiosity. She slowly began to move around Lilith, keeping a comfortable distance between the two. Her amber hues never wavering from Lilith's body, reading her body language, ready to dodge a blow if Lilith so happened to throw a paw. "You can tell me, it's not like you're going to be targeted-" Blade's ears pricked at the realization for what she said. In her head, she meant to say it, to draw out Lilith's curiosity, to keep her talking, perhaps to break her down. Blade loved giving hints and driving cats insane. She loved keeping them on their toes, making them want to know more about her while she secretly learned more about them. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn't, it really depended on the cat. Swiftly as she moved, she continued on, "I mean... you can trust me, you need a friend. I can be that friend. Perhaps letting your angry thoughts out to me will relieve some of that stress you're feeling. Tell me I'm wrong," she finished, a challenge in her gaze.

Other/Questions:
Lotus has more to her personality than what is talked about. I was just lazy with her page xD Once she warms up, she's fairly outgoing.

Originally Posted by Bright

Name w/ Link:
pansypaw

Role Wanted:
kit

Roleplay Example:
here

Other/Questions:
nah

All accepted my bbs

[Fel]

Name: fenic
Role: kit who heelied away to become a loner
Gender: non-binary
Appearance: ...wip
Personality: wORK IN PROGRESS
Roleplay Example: i'll add it later, i'm tired ;u;
Other/Questions: n/a

[>Pepsi<]

||Name||
Bluefire
||Role Wanted||
Daughter
||Gender||
Female
||Appearance||
Click
||Personality||
Blufire has hardly any friends and is about 99% of the time she is out with her 'boyfriends' She is your typical teenager. Moody, miserable, grumpy. She takes advantage of her warrior role by teasing apprentices and kits. That may be why she has no friends but who knows
||RP example||
Ivypaws mentor bounded towards towards her. The black and white apprentice knew she was dying. She was to scared to look at her mangled. She knew her time was here. Her mentors teary eyes pressed against her fur. Twolegs in the monster beside her climbed out. What were they doing. They had a blanket and were attempting to pick her up. Ivypaw was to weak to react. She closed her eyes...
||Other/Questions||
N/A[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Name: Loonpaw
Rolewanted: Kit
Gender: Demifluid demigirl demiagender b much demi anything but boi (afab, she/her)
Appearance:

Personality: Clever | A little crazy | Witty | Independent | Loyal | Slightly Manipulative | Bloodthirsty | And yet... Kind
A bit of a lunatic, Loonpaw has been given the nickname "Looney" by some of her closer friends. She behaves rather bipolarly, due to trying to cover up parts of herself that may get her into trouble. She's an older apprentice, and follows and supports her older sister, Duskfeather, whom others in the family may casually avoid due to not wishing to be eaten. She's talkative and friendly, and is the kind of cat to say "Sorry" when she kills a cat to feed them to her sister. If she isn't killing a cat to feed her sister, however, and she isn't torturing them herself, she cannot stand to allow another cat to suffer. Well... Unless they deserve it... ( @wolybro )
Roleplay Example: but mum pls
Other/Questions: "how absurd"

[The Cannibal]

Name: Duskfeather
Rolewanted: Kit
Gender: Cis Female
Appearance: [ref1] [ref2] [ref3] [ref4] [ref5] [ref6] [ref7] [ref8] [ref9]
Duskfeather is a sleek, averagely weighted young she-cat known more for her speed than her strength but is generally average in both. Her short fur is a very light sandy brown color such as a mix between brown and blonde. She's particularly average in height just as she is in weight though may be considered slightly taller than average give or take an inch or two but regardless her tail is just about average as the rest of her body proportions. At times during the winter her tail appears to grow a more ragged look with the more fur that sprouts up, but it's always gone by spring as the longer fur is shed. Her eyes are a golden sort of color {though mine irl are brown} and finally her whiskers appear to be a bit shorter than average.
Personality: When first met, Duskfeather is quite the quiet character, perhaps offering a kind word or two or a polite smile before moving on with her own particular business, but once you get to know her she happens to be a very interesting one to hang out with and will most certainly always have an interesting conversation with you, though they will happen to be on the morbid side. She isn't for the faint of heart and if you can't handle talk of death and violent actions {possibly including cannibalism}, then she's not one you wish to speak to. While tending to be a strict pessimist {though in her book, it's considered realism}, she's actually a friendly cat to be around and will always be willing to help you out if you ever require her help. She's not particularly fond of kits and tends to be extremely awkward around them and easily angered by them, so it's best to keep her away from the nursery, and generally young cats in general and it wouldn't be surprising if one went missing while in her presence on a particularly bad day. Her anger is something that is feared by many, though luckily enough for the sake of her clan, no one has seen her angry. At least not for a very, very long time and it's best to keep it like that.
Regardless, while quiet at first, Duskfeather can open up to be a kind, morbid, interesting and lovable cat and some even know her as the lovable cannibal.
Roleplay Example: Wolymum why
Other/Questions: Hope you don't mind her being a cannibal <3

[Crow]

Name: Silverwhisker
Role wanted: Kit
Gender: Female
Appearance: uh wip
Personality: One word many would use to describe Silverwhisker, upon first meeting her, may be intelligent. Certainly one of her strong suits, if not her strongest, she's a quite logical and methodical thinker. She greatly enjoys anything she can do in a methodical fashion, particularly checklists. Creating stories is a hobby she's an avid participant in, though she hesitates to share these ideas with anyone. As soon as she says something, if her logical conclusion is challenged, she'll debate until her opponent concedes, and will continue to hold a grudge against them. She rarely apologizes, if ever, refusing to admit she was wrong. She's very stubborn, and can't be forced to do something she doesn't want to do. Silverwhisker doesn't only argue to prove her point- she also simply loves the exhilarating rush of debate. The warrior is quite shy, and it's unusual for her to walk up to a stranger. Small talk doesn't come easily to her as it does to some cats, and most conversation with her feels awkward. That said, if you befriend her, you've got a friend for life, and she's very loyal. She's very protective of her friends, ad won't hesitate to get into arguments on their behalf. Silverwhisker has a funny, playful side to her, which comes out almost exclusively around friends and family. She's rather lazy, and hesitates to spend any effort doing anything, directly resulting in her hating most physical activity as well as being unskilled at them. She sets very high standards for herself, especially when it comes to intelligence, and will be furious at herself if she fails to reach this high bar. She's quite self-conscious, less about appearance and more so about personality- possibly stemming from her social anxiety. Silverwhisker is a very private cat, not really telling anyone her innermost thoughts.
Roleplay Example: edgelord wuz scrougez mate and se was depressd1!1!11!!! BUT DEN her depreson wuz overcame by luve!!1!!111!!11! [[ok but actually,,, just check shellwhisper bc im a lAZY BUTT]]
Other/Questions: n/a

[Hexict]

i'd like to apply for sibling, but can't right now~

[graves]

Originally Posted by fenic!

Name: fenic
Role: kit who heelied away to become a loner
Gender: non-binary
Appearance: ...wip
Personality: wORK IN PROGRESS
Roleplay Example: i'll add it later, i'm tired ;u;
Other/Questions: n/a

Originally Posted by >Pepsi<

||Name||
Bluefire
||Role Wanted||
Daughter
||Gender||
Female
||Appearance||
Click
||Personality||
Blufire has hardly any friends and is about 99% of the time she is out with her 'boyfriends' She is your typical teenager. Moody, miserable, grumpy. She takes advantage of her warrior role by teasing apprentices and kits. That may be why she has no friends but who knows
||RP example||
Ivypaws mentor bounded towards towards her. The black and white apprentice knew she was dying. She was to scared to look at her mangled. She knew her time was here. Her mentors teary eyes pressed against her fur. Twolegs in the monster beside her climbed out. What were they doing. They had a blanket and were attempting to pick her up. Ivypaw was to weak to react. She closed her eyes...
||Other/Questions||
N/A[/COLOR][/FONT]

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

Name: Loonpaw
Rolewanted: Dont u kno tho
Gender: Demifluid demigirl demiagender b much demi anything but boi
Appearance:

Personality: u kno tho hang on
Roleplay Example: but mum pls
Other/Questions: "how absurd"

Originally Posted by Duskflight

Name: Duskfeather
Rolewanted: Kit
Gender: Cis Female
Appearance: [ref1] [ref2] [ref3] [ref4] [ref5] [ref6] [ref7] [ref8] [ref9]
Duskfeather is a sleek, averagely weighted young she-cat known more for her speed than her strength but is generally average in both. Her short fur is a very light sandy brown color such as a mix between brown and blonde. She's particularly average in height just as she is in weight though may be considered slightly taller than average give or take an inch or two but regardless her tail is just about average as the rest of her body proportions. At times during the winter her tail appears to grow a more ragged look with the more fur that sprouts up, but it's always gone by spring as the longer fur is shed. Her eyes are a golden sort of color {though mine irl are brown} and finally her whiskers appear to be a bit shorter than average.
Personality: When first met, Duskfeather is quite the quiet character, perhaps offering a kind word or two or a polite smile before moving on with her own particular business, but once you get to know her she happens to be a very interesting one to hang out with and will most certainly always have an interesting conversation with you, though they will happen to be on the morbid side. She isn't for the faint of heart and if you can't handle talk of death and violent actions {possibly including cannibalism}, then she's not one you wish to speak to. While tending to be a strict pessimist {though in her book, it's considered realism}, she's actually a friendly cat to be around and will always be willing to help you out if you ever require her help. She's not particularly fond of kits and tends to be extremely awkward around them and easily angered by them, so it's best to keep her away from the nursery, and generally young cats in general and it wouldn't be surprising if one went missing while in her presence on a particularly bad day. Her anger is something that is feared by many, though luckily enough for the sake of her clan, no one has seen her angry. At least not for a very, very long time and it's best to keep it like that.
Regardless, while quiet at first, Duskfeather can open up to be a kind, morbid, interesting and lovable cat and some even know her as the lovable cannibal.
Roleplay Example: Wolymum why
Other/Questions: Hope you don't mind her being a cannibal <3

Originally Posted by Crow

Obviously a wip, idk when it'll be done though bc im traveling atm

Name: Silverwhisker???? Idk lmao
Rolewanted: Kit
Gender: Female
Appearance: w i p
Personality: w i p
Roleplay Example: asdfjkl ill find one i promise
Other/Questions:

Originally Posted by Hexict

i'd like to apply for sibling, but can't right now~

Even if Wips, I know you guys, so i trust yall to finish your form when done so accepted

@Hex ahh sibling is taken ;; maybe you can apply for mother ?

[oats]

heelys in
name;; honeycomb
role wanted;; mate >:3c
rp example;;
Ploverpaw padded though the inky black, the dark latching to his fur like mud. What little dim, warm hues he saw were meagre, giving him no way to tell where the group of apprentices were padding. To say the least, he was not quite as happy with what was going on here as he would like to admit.
Arrowpaw was still next to him, and for all the faults of his outing, he simply could not complain. Although the lithe brown tabby was quivering with all of his being next to him, Ploverpaw wouldn’t trade moments like this for all the world. What could he say? The pair had been good friends for a long, long while, and knew eachother rather well. He could trust Arrowpaw with anything; even when the cream-white apprentice had told his best friend he’d realised he didn’t want to be a molly any more, he had seemed as supportive- if not more than any other cat. Things were good, he’d say. They definitely appeared to be.
As Forestpaw, Ivypaw and all the others trudged along with him, Ploverpaw blew a cold stream of air from his mouth, still idle. Craning his head around, he mewed, “Guys? I don’t mean to sound like a huge wuss all of a sudden but are we going to, say, stop anywhere? I know we've started walking, but I'm tired as heck. Forest, let's not rush this.”
It was awfully out of character for him to change his mind all of a sudden, but Plover was quite sure that he’d rather be comfortable in his own nest and not running to Starclan knows where, rummaging about in business that was not his own. “I mean. We can keep going.. I guess.. but can we just hurry up, do what we came for and go home? My mentor probably wants to do battle training or sm’thing like that in the morning. Yeah.”
He knew he was probably running his mouth, but he stood by what he said.
other / questions;; shrugs
heelys back out